Volume 4 — THE EXILE'S SUNSET SONG.

When from thy side, love, In silence and gloom, Half broken-hearted Fate tore me away, All humbled in pride, love, I thought in my doom, That Hope had departed For ever and aye! But Fate may not banish From memory's store, That blissful communion Of years that are flown, Nor make yet to vanish The lustre which o'er Our fond thoughts of union, So tenderly shone. And still o'er the ocean My fancy takes flight, Where oft I see gleaming Thy figure afar; And I think with emotion, That sometimes at night, We watch the same beaming And tremulous star. The sunsets so golden. That stream round me here, But call up thy shadow The landscape between: And when in the olden Dim season so dear, It tripped o'er the meadow With step of a queen. As the light of the moon, love, Like snow softly falls, And rests on the mountain, And silvers the sea, That midnight in June, love, My mem'ry recalls, When up to the fountain I clambered with thee. How sweetly the river Reflected the ray Of moon through the willows Or sun o'er the hill: Does the moonbeam there quiver, The sunset there play, Upon its gay billows As splendidly still? My spirit is weary— An exile I grieve, When morn's early voices A glad song proclaim, And the faint Miserere Of nature at eve, To me but rejoices To murmer thy name. Yet Hope, reappearing, A vision unfolds, Of rapture together In joy's happy reign, When love all endearing The full eye beholds, We'll walk o'er the heather At sunset again.