TlIK I.AMKVl. 



" Tin- trees f;ently In-lit 



I >'e|- the plains in repose. 

 With snow-drops hisprent 



Was the tremulous rose. 

 The oaks now are hare. 



The rose is no more ; 

 The Xephyr's liijht air 



Is exchanged for the roar 

 01 storms, and the May fields ha\e mantles of li 



" Then why do we stay 



111 the North, when- the Sun 

 More dimly each day 



His liricf course will run ( 

 And why need we sigh I 



We leave hut a j;ra\e 

 To cleave through tin- sky 



On the winus which (!od jj-.uc : 

 Tlicn, Ocean, he welcome the roar of th\ wave, 



When earth's joys are 



And the days darkly roll. 

 When autumn winds roar. 



Weep not, O my soul ! 

 K.iir lands o'er the sea 



Kor the hirds hriiihtly Moom, 

 A land smiles for tln-e 



|'.e\ond the dark tomh, 

 Win-re heams in-\er f-nlilill its beauties illume. 



,,/ v Journal, translate I from the Swedish of Sla-m-li, 



