Lo! I knock the spurs away; Lo! I loosen belt and brand; Bring the cap, and bring the vest; I have taught him to be wise 661. SARA COLERIDGE O sleep, my Babe 1802-1850 SLEEP, my babe, hear not the rippling wave, And sigh one long farewell. Soon shall it mourn above thy watʼry bed, Thy sad untimely fate. Ere those dear eyes had open'd on the light, Whence it can wake no more! A thousand and a thousand silken leaves All of the self-same shape: A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each year Like its dear self alone. No musing mind hath ever yet foreshaped What love that face will bring. O sleep, my babe, nor heed how mourns the gale 662 2246 O'er autumn's latest bloom. The Child SEE yon blithe child that dances in our sight! Can gloomy shadows fall from one so bright? While buoyantly he rushes o'er the lawn, Dream not of clouds to stain his manhood's dawn, No cloud he spies in brightly glowing hours, Too well we know that vernal pleasures fleet, Amid the balmiest flowers that earth can give A mingled portion share; But, while he learns these truths which we lament, Such fortitude as ours will sure be sent, 664. Beauty must fade away, Eileen Aroon! Castles are sack'd in war, Eileen Aroon! 1803-1840 JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN Dark Rosaleen MY Dark Rosaleen, Do not sigh, do not weep! The priests are on the ocean green, Upon the ocean green; And Spanish ale shall give you hope, My own Rosaleen ! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, Over hills, and thro' dales, Have I roam'd for your sake; On river and on lake. The Erne, at its highest flood, I dash'd across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, |