When life looks drear and lonely, love, And pleasant fancies flee, Then will the Muses only, love, Bestow a thought on me! Mine is a harp which Pleasure, love, To waken strives in vain; To Joy's entrancing measure, love, It ne'er can thrill again!-- Why mock me, Bessy Bell? Oh, do not ask me ever, love, For rapture-woven rhymes; For vain is each endeavor, love, To sound Mirth's play-bell chimes! Yet still believe me, dearest love, Though sad my song may be, This heart still dotes sincerest, love, And grateful turns to thee-- My once fond Bessy Bell! Those eyes still rest upon me, love! I feel their magic spell! With that same look you won me, love, Fair, gentle Bessy Bell! My doom you've idly spoken, love, You never can be mine! But though my heart is broken, love, Still, Bessy, it is thine! Adieu, false Bessy Bell! The Day is Now Dawning. William. The day is now dawning, love, Fled is the night-- I go like the morning, love, Cheerful and bright. Then adieu, dearest Ellen: When evening is near, I'll visit thy dwelling, For true love is here. Ellen. Oh, come where the fountain, love, Tranquilly flows; Beneath the green mountain, love, Seek for repose; There the days of our childhood, In love's golden beam, 'Mong the blue-bells and wildwood, Passed on like a dream. William. Oh, linger awhile, love! Ellen. I must away. William. Oh, grant me thy smile, love, 'Tis Hope's cheering ray-- With evening expect me. Ellen. To the moment be true, And may angels protect thee-- Both. Sweet Ellen, adieu! Dear William, adieu! When Other Friends. When other friends are round thee, And other hearts are thine-- When other bays have crowned thee, More fresh and green than mine-- Then think how sad and lonely This doating heart will be, Which, while it beats, beats only, Beloved one, for thee! Yet do not think I doubt thee, I know thy truth remains; I would not live without thee, For all the world contains. Thou art the start that guides me Along life's troubled sea; And whatever fate betides me, This heart still turns to thee. Silent Grief. Where is now my peace of mind? Gone, alas! for evermore: Turn where'er I may, I find Thorns where roses bloomed before! O'er the green-fields of my soul, Where the springs of joy were found, Now the clouds of sorrow roll, Shading all the prospect round! Do I merit pangs like these, That have cleft my heart in twain? Must I, to the very lees, Drain thy bitter chalice, Pain? Silent grief all grief excels; Life and it together part-- Like a restless worm it dwells Deep within the human heart! Love Thee, Dearest!