4. Though the virgins of Salem lament, 5. When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd, Let my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died! OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM. 1. OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom :. 2. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! 3. Away; we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou-who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. MY SOUL IS DARK. 1. My soul is dark-Oh! quickly string Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again; If in these there lurk a tear, eyes "Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain: 2. But bid the strain be wild and deep, And ached in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst, And break at once-or yield to song. I SAW THEE WEEP. 1. I SAW thee weep-the big bright tear And then methought it did appear I saw thee smile-the sapphire's blaze It could not match the living rays That fill'd that glance of thine. 2. As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow die, Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky, Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart ; Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That lightens o'er the heart. |