But he, who through life's dreary way Must pass, when heav'n is veil'd in wrath, Will long lament the vanish'd ray That scatter'd gladness o'er his path. ONE struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; One last long sigh to love and thee, Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that never pleas'd before : Though every joy is fled below, What future grief can touch me more? 2. Then bring me wine, the banquet bring; I'll be that light unmeaning thing That smiles with all, and weeps with none. It was not thus in days more dear, It never would have been, but thou Hast fled, and left me lonely here; 3.. In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! Dispel awhile the sense of ill; Though pleasure fires the madd'ning soul: The heart-the heart is lonely still! 4. On many a lone and lovely night Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye: 5. When stretch'd on fever's sleepless bed, And sickness shrunk my throbbing veins, ""Tis comfort still," I faintly said, "That Thyrza cannot know my pains:" Like freedom to the time-worn slave, A boon 'tis idle then to give; Relenting nature vainly gave My life, when Thyrza ceas'd to live! 6. My Thyrza's pledge in better days, When love and life alike were new! How different now thou meet'st my gaze! The heart that gave itself with thee 7. Thou bitter pledge! thou mournful token! Though painful, welcome to my breast! Still, still, preserve that love unbroken, Or break the heart to which thou'rt prest! Time tempers love, but not removes, More hallow'd when its hope is fled: Oh! what are thousand living loves To that which cannot quit the dead? XV. EUTHANASIA. 1. WHEN Time, or soon or late, shall bring Wave gently o'er my dying bed! 2. No band of friends or heirs be there, |