A WISH. LET me not die for ever! when I'm gone Of time's dark current rolls above me now. A WISH. LET me not die for ever! when I'm laid And in your hearts enshrine my memory! SONG. THE moment must come, when the hands that unite In the firm clasp of friendship, will sever; When the eyes that have beamed o'er us brightly to-night, Will have ceased to shine o'er us, for ever. The moment is come, and again we are parting, way; In the bright eye of beauty the pearl-drop is starting, But hope, sunny hope, through the tear sheds its ray. Then wreathe again the goblet's brim With pleasure's roseate crown! What though the present hour be dim- The moment is past, and the bright throng that round us So lately was gathered, has fled like a dream; And time has untwisted the fond links that bound us, Like frost wreaths, that melt in the morning's first beam. Still wreathe once more the goblet's brim! What though all else beside be dim The past has been our own! TO MRS. OH lady! thou, who in the olden time While thus I gaze on thee, and watch thee glide, Like some calm spirit o'er life's troubled stream, |