"202 THE LAMENT. 



" The trees gently bent 

 ' O'er the phiius in reiiose, 



With suow-tlrops besprent 

 Was the tremulous rose. 

 The oaks 7iow are bare, 

 The rose is no more ; 

 The Zepliyr's light ;iir 



Is exchanged for the roar 

 I't stornis, and the May-fields ha\e niiuitles of hoar, 



" Then why do we stay 



In the North, where the Sun 

 More dimly each day 



His brief cour.^e will rnn t 

 And why need we sigh I 



We leave but a grave 

 To cleave through the sky * 



On the wings which God gau' , 

 'I'hcii, Ocean, be welcome the roar of thy wave. " 



When earth's joys are o'er. 



And the days darkly roll, 

 When autumn winds roar, 



Weej) not, O my soul ! 

 Fau- lands o'er the sea 



For the bii'ds brightly bloom, 

 A land smiles for thee 



Beyond the dark tomb. 

 Where Ijeams never fuding its beauties illume. 



(Vhamhcis Jiiiirmd, translateil fiom the Swedish of .Stagiielivis j 



