The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1843-02-17


The moss. covered bucket arose from the well.
How sweet from the green messy brim to receive it,
As, poised On the curb, il inclined 10 my lips;
Not full blnshing goblet could tempt lie 10 leave
Tho filed with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
And now, Car removed from the loved situation
The tear of regret will nrusvely swell,
As fancy reverls 10 my fathers plantation,
And signs for the bucket which hangs in the
well,
The old onken bucket. the ron-found hncket,
The Undiscovered bucket which hangs in the we'll
F.W Thomas is better known ms a NOVELIST than
as song wriler but if success is any guarantee of
merit, the experiment he has made in the latter
department would warrant farther essays. Ills
pronounced by the publisher the most popular Tyr
ic he had ever issued. Thomas has since written
other songs. but their success has not yet been
so decisive. After all, the scnlmcn. Of this Iavor-
lite lyric has been the true secret Of its popularity.
IT'S SAID THAT ABSENCE CONQUERs
LOVE.
''ris said that absence cOnqners love!
But, d, believe It not;
I've tried, alas. lis power TO prove,
But thou ART not forgot
Lady, though cate has bid us part,
Yet still thou art us dear,
As fixcd'd in this devoted heart
As when clasp'd thee here.
plunge into the busy crowd,
And smie to hear Thy name;
And yet, AS il thought aloud,
They know me still the same,
And when the wine cup passes round,
toast some other lhlr,-
But when ask my hear. the sound,
Thy name is echo'd there.
And when some other name learn,
And try TO whisper 1--we,
Still will my heart 10 thee return,
Like the returning dove.
In vain ! never cnn forget
And would not he forgot;
For must bear the same regret,
Whole'er may be my lot,
Fen as the wounded bird will seek
Its f,,orilc buwcr To die,
So, lady, would hear thee speak,
Aud yield my parting sigh.
IT'S said That absence cOnquers love!
But d, believe il not;
I've tried. alas its power TO prove,
But thou ART not forgot.
Hewitt isa lavore sons.w'iter, and hs "Nlin-
slrel re,ured from the War;" which is generally
attributed TO foreign source, il certainly n fine
lyric. Notwithstanding it is so extensively known
we give it here,
TIE MINSTREL RETURNED FROM TIE
WAR.
The minstrel return'd from the war,
With spiis ms buo, want rs air,
And thus On his iunefu guitar,
Ito sung in the bower Of his fair;
"1'he noise Of the battle is over,
The hugle no more calls to arms,
4 soldier no more, bul n lover,
bend TO the power Of thy charms
Oh, lady, mi. lady, I'm thine;
bend 10 the magic Of beauty,
Tho the banner and helmet ARE mine,
Yet love calls the soldier to duty"
The minstrel his suit warmly pressed
she blush'd, sgh'd, and hung down her head
Till conqurd, she fell on his hrcas',
And thus 10 the happy youth said;
"The buge shall part Us, love. never;
My bosom thy pillow shall be,
Till death tears thee from me forever;
Still faithful I'll perish with hee."
"Sweei lady, fair lady, I'm thine.
bend 10 the magic Of beauty;
Tho the banner and helmet are mine,
Yet love calls the soldier to duty"
But fame called the youth TO the field
Ills banner waved high o'ei his head;
lie gave his guitar Tor shield,
And soon he lay low with the dead;
While she Ger her young hero bending,
Received his expiring adeu;
81 die, whist my country defending,
But die 10 my lady love true"
sob, Death" then she cried, III am thine;
tear of the roses Of beauty;
The gave Of my hero is mine.
For he died true 10 love and to duty"
Hills Leila is a very beautiful song, but it |
has an unfortunate resemblance TO Pinkney's
'llealth"-an instance, 10 speak in paradox, Of
he strength OF weakness Of Hills memory, we
'aie not which. Were it not for this plagiarism
Se should speak in terms Of unqualified praise of
Leila
LEILA.
When first You look upon her face
You little hoe beside
The tIndness which still beirnys
The beauties it wond hide;
But, one by one, they look out from
Her bushes and her eyes;
And still the last the lovllest,
Like stars from twilight skies.
And thoughts 60 sporting ihro' her mind,
Like children Among flowers: