HERE is a land, of every land the pride, Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth. The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so beautiful and fair, In every clime the magnet of his soul, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? MONTGOMERY. WOMAN'S HAPPINESS. 255 WOMAN'S HAPPINESS. HOU hast a charméd cup, O Fame! And seem'st to lift this earthly frame Away! to me--a woman, bring Sweet waters from affection's spring. Thou hast green laurel-leaves that twine Into so proud a wreath; For that resplendent gift of thine, Heroes have smiled at Death. Give me, from some kind hand, a flower, The record of one happy hour. Thou hast a voice, whose thrilling tone Can bid each life-pulse beat, As when a trumpet's note hath blown, Calling the brave to meet : But mine, let mine-a woman's breast, A hollow sound is in thy song, A mockery in thine eye, To the sick heart that doth but long For aid, for sympathy; For kindly looks to cheer it on, For tender accents that are gone. |