Desmond's Song.

[1]     By the Feal's wave benighted,         No star in the skies,     To thy door by Love lighted,         I first saw those eyes.     Some voice whispered o'er me,         As the threshold I crost,     There was ruin before me,         If I loved, I was lost.     Love came, and brought sorrow         Too soon in his train;     Yet so sweet, that to-morrow         'Twere welcome again.     Though misery's full measure         My portion should be,     I would drain it with pleasure,         If poured out by thee.     You, who call it dishonor         To bow to this flame,     If you've eyes, look but on her,         And blush while you blame.     Hath the pearl less whiteness         Because of its birth?     Hath the violet less brightness         For growing near earth?     No--Man for his glory         To ancestry flies;     But Woman's bright story         Is told in her eyes.     While the Monarch but traces         Thro' mortals his line,     Beauty, born of the Graces,         Banks next to Divine!