IN the land of the sun—in that deep fervent clime,
Where Beauty forever doth smile,
Though the ripened fruit falls, yet the tree in its prime
Is bearing fresh flowers the while!
II.
Thus the heart mid the fervor of youth’s sunny day,—
Though false you may deem it or true,
Drops the old loves, that hapless fall fading away,
While it blooms mid the fragrance of new.
The Sailor’s Bride.
I.
IT was eve,—at anchor riding
Stately ships were lulled to rest;
And the burnished sun was gliding
Down the golden pillared west.
On a floral beach where madly
Lashed old ocean’s foaming tide,
In half-broken accents sadly
Mourned the sailor’s lonely bride:
II.
“Oh, ye winds on restless pinion,
Hovering o’er the dusky deep,
Tell me in what lone dominion
Does my sailor lover sleep?
Down beneath the rolling ocean,
Where the twining corals grow,
’Neath the wild wave’s ceaseless motion
Does he slumber cold and low?