VALENTINE BY AN AGED LOVER. SOME ladies like a man whose hair My locks were jetty black in May, Where is the maiden that will twine And choose an old man for her valentine? 'Twere vain to say thou shalt be free To merry be or grave; Better an old man's darling be, Than be a young man's slave. "Twere vain to talk of common sense, And lessons of experience; For tears that in the dim eye shine, And trace the wrinkle's furrow'd line, Were never shed by winsome valentine. As the dew of the morning bestars every blade, Yet abides in the bell of the flower in the shade So the feelings of youth, the fond faith of the heart, Oh! let them survive in the soul's better part, LINES. IF I were young as I have been, TO A FRIEND LEAVING GRASMERE. SWEET Grasmere vale, though I must leave Thy hills and quiet waters, Nor sing again at fragrant eve To glad thy winsome daughters, Yet will I fondly think of thee, When I am far away. I think of thee, but 'tis a thought Such thoughts I fain would leave behind To maidens that are fair and kind, When I am far away. SONG. HAVE you seen the stars at morning, All the morn with their decay; So the fancies of the heathen, Melt in morning, End their task and bid good night. SONG. You ask me to sing-I'd be glad if I could Like a twinkling lark that sings up in the sky, But I cannot sing now I protest, I vow, Could I sing like a syren-but that would I not, Could I sing like a minstrel whose name is forgot, But whose strain is a treasure which all men may borrow, To harmonise joy and to sweeten their sorrow, But I cannot sing now, I protest, I vow, Could I sing what I feel, and express by a note How wisely esteeming, how fondly I dote, |