102 TO THE COMING COMET. A second Stuart, star, you next Then next the Bourbons' fated race, Long doom'd-long spared-awoke thine ire Along the night thy train of fire. Its tyrant's doom to France foretold; Then, ere you sank from human eyes, Of tyrants from the people sprung! All drunk with blood, by you were hurl'd A tyrant from the people sprung, From trampled Europe tears and groans, And thou didst hear; his doom to tell, Upon the night thy terrors rose, And, false to freedom's rights, he fell, Again across the ghastly night, But woe unto the nations! woe! How long thy coming blaze to see, A nobler, purer '89 ? When will there be Come, and a worthier '30 bring; How long-how long we watch and wait! 104 MY ROSES BLOSSOM THE WHOLE YEAR ROUND. 1858. Come, star, and let the glad earth ring See, despots vex our poor earth still; DEAD. ROSES! Ah! to charm the golden light, Summer none like them discloses, Smiles that day that met my sight, Roses! Lilies! Oh, to live again that day White-how white! how cold and still is Each wan cheek-sweet life away! Lilies! MY ROSES BLOSSOM THE WHOLE YEAR My roses blossom the whole year round; Divine is the earth Where they spring to birth; On dimpling cheeks with love and mirth, They're ever found. My lilies no change of seasons heed; For, O they grow On a neck of snow, Nor all the wintry blasts that blow They heed, They ever heed. THE RIGHT ABOVE THE WRONG. THE HOPE OF THE PEOPLE. I HEAR them say, "By all this stir "What do the people gain? "Their despots' slaves of old they were, "Their slaves they still remain." Yet God will right the people yet, Although the struggle's long; Yes, friends, we've faith that God will set The right above the wrong. "See France," they say, "what has she won "By all her bloody past? "She ends the same as she begun, Yet, Heaven her woe will not forget, For her we've faith that God will set "No more your Hungary's battle-peals "O'er listening Europe roll; 66 Securely gagg'd and chain'd, she feels "The iron in her soul." Does she her battle-fields forget, Triumphant once so long? She waits for her, too, God will set 66 Milan, too, rose in '48, "And tore her chains away, "To curse again her children's fate“The Austrians' scorn to-day." Her three days she remembers yet, And still her hope is strong, Ere long her God for her will set The right above the wrong. 106 THE RIGHT ABOVE THE WRONG. "Look, at its triple despots' feet, "Who knows if still its free heart beat, Though Poland suffer long, We've faith that God for her will set "Vienna 'gainst the Hapsburg rose: No. Armed, and free ere long, 1857. Yes; gagg'd and chain'd the nations lie, To God goes up the bitter cry That will not rise in vain. The people watch, and wait, and let For in a righteous God we trust ; We will not think, while He is just, Not long, O God, wilt Thou forget Thy people's cries—not long ; |