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LOVEST THOU ME?
Hark, my soul, it is the Lord;
- I delivered thee when bound,
- Can a woman's tender care
* Mine is an unchanging love,
• Thou shalt see my glory soon,
Lord, it is my chief complaint,
THE BETTER LAND.
• I hear thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band; Mother! O where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ?-Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies dance through the myrtle boughs ?' · Not there, not there, my
• Is it where the feathery palm trees rise,
And strange bright birds, on their starry wings,
• Not there, not there, my child !'
• Is it far away, in some region old,
* Not there, not there, my child !
Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal availed on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Oh! more than tears of blood can tell,
These lips are mute, these eyes are dry :
But in my breast and in my brain Awake the
Though grief and passion there rebel;
By others, blest with genius' rays,
Let noble aets be told,
A simple tale unfold :
The Spaniard left the hostile plain
To seek his native land;
Cabeysa joined the band,
Who, as he met his country's foes
Within the field of fame, Above his rank obscure arose,
And graced his humble name.
Yet not the early wreath of fame
With haughtiness was twined ; Nor pride nor fickleness could claim
The empire of his mind.
The lowly hut, beneath whose roof
He sighed a sad adieu, Received him (time and distance proof)
To Love and Laura true :
This hamlet-fair, by fortune scorned,
Seemed nature's favourite child, With hand profuse by her adorned
-The floweret of the wild !