Thou shouldst be crown’d with victory’s crown—but oh! more meet they seem,
The first faint violets of the wood, and lilies of the stream—
More meet for one so fondly loved, and laid thus early low.
Alas! how sadly sleeps thy face amidst the sunshine’s glow—
The golden glow that through thy heart was wont such joy to send:
Woe! that it smiles, and not for thee!—my brother and my friend!”
GREEK PARTING SONG.
[This piece is founded on a tale related by Fauriel, in his “Chansons Populaires de la Grèce Moderne,” and accompanied by some very interesting particulars respecting the extempore parting songs, or songs of expatriation, as he informs us they are called, in which the modern Greeks are accustomed to pour forth their feelings on bidding farewell to their country and friends.]
A Youth went forth to exile, from a home
Such as to early thought gives images,