TO MRS. B. G. S.
| When Summer sheds her soft perfume The bowers among— When all the earth is rich in bloom, The sky in song— When evening's golden clouds like shadows flee, Turn for an instant then your thoughts on me. When Winter in her frozen zone Robs earth of green— When only Friendship can atone For what has been— When round the hearth your other friends you see, It is the hour I love—think then of me. In days of bliss when hope is nigh, And life is dear, Your heart with joy elate beats high, And friends are near— Forget not there is one will ever be Glad of thy gladness; cast a thought on me. And when the darksome days Of age or ill The bright and cheering rays Of hope shall chill, Think there is one whose love can never be Changed with Time's changes—oh remember me. |
E. A. S.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
THE SEA BIRD'S REVEL.
BY GILES McQUIGGIN.
| Look out upon the ocean wave— Look from the lonely shore; See how the mountain billows rave, Hark how the waters roar! Darkly hangs the tempest cloud, From windward to the lee; The thunder mutters hoarse and loud Above the foaming sea. 'Tis nature in her revel hour— She sweeps a stormy wing; Old Ocean trembles at her power, As wild his surges fling. The sea bird rides upon her wrath, Rocks on the tempest's ire— Surveys the lurid lightning's path, And shouts amid its fire. The proud bird breasts the storm alone, Mounts through its misty height— The summit is his lofty throne, The thunder his delight. While gazing on the horrors round, His burning eye-balls glare; King of the storm, with lightnings crown'd, He fears no terrors there. When he for very gladness shrieks, It deafens ocean's roar— O'er nature in her wildest freaks The proud storm king may soar. Ride on aerial charioteer, The tempest hails thy form; Thou lov'st a sky forever clear, Go seek it through the storm. |