Ah! I thought amidst the gladness Of some balmy Spanish night, When beneath the fragrant moonbeams Ev'ry heart becomes more light; When unto the zither's measure Eager feet with swiftness hie, And the youth and maiden, glowing, Through the wild fandango fly. No my heart's unbounded yearning I no longer can restrain ; Be all other joys denied me, Give me but my home again. Hence to Spain, the land of beauty, Land of sunshine bright and fair, In the shadow of the chestnuts, Oh! I must be buried there ! 195 MY HEART IS LIKE THE GLOOMY NIGHT. My heart is like the gloomy night, When all the tree-tops shiver; Forth breaks the moon in splendour bright, From clouds so light And see the list'ning wood has ne'er a quiver. The moon, the radiant moon thou art Of all thy rich love's treasure, Let one glance only be my part ; And see this heart In heavenly peace hath lost its stormy measure. J. O. L. The world now rests in silence, Its tumult is gone by, Hushed are the songs of gladness, And hushed is sorrow's cry. If roses were thy portion, If thorns or petals sere, Oh, heart! forget thy sorrow, And cast aside thy fear. And though thy sins be many, Oh! look not back to-night, But feel thyself inspired By mercy's free delight. On high the Shepherd watcheth His erring children here; Oh, heart! forget thy sorrow, And cast aside thy fear. |