Richmond Palladium

For the Palladium.

EYES OF LOVE.

By Isaac Julian.

O, there are felt affections sweet,
Full many in this scene of care,
There's bliss where friends of childhood meet,
And fancy's early dreams are fair;
There's rapture in the trump of fame,
There's pride where conquering armies move,
But vain their glory beneath the flame
That sparkles bright in eyes of love.

The earth is beautiful and gay,
Yon firmament is grand and bright,
Sweet are the beams of early day,
And blest the watches of the night;
But nature's every boundless charm,
Has never yet, commingled, wove,
A spell the heart to melt and warm
Like the eternal glance of love.

Tell not the bard a shrine like this
Hath not a spirit dwelling there,
Say not, that hopes of future bliss
Are bubbles fleet of painted air!
No, beautiful and clothed in light,
Fadeless as Heaven's own vault above,
The soul's supernal influence bright
Dwells in the blessed eyes of love!

Far be from me those looks of hate,
That freeze the current of the heart-
Fell as the damned spirit's fate-
Fierce as the livid lightning's dart!
But O! while life shall heave my breast,
Where e'er I rest where e'er I rove,
I care not, Heaven, to be more blest,
Than in the conscious eyes of love!