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Like him, this heart, through many a
track Of toil and sorrow straying, One hope alone brought fondly back,
Its toil and grief repaying.
Like him, alas ! I see that ray
Of hope before me perish, And one dark minute sweep away
What years where given to cherish.
But should I see
Love given to rore To two or three,
Then-good-bye, Lore! Love must, in short,
Keep fond and true, Through good report,
And evil too. Else, liere I swear,
Young Love may go, For aught I care
FEAR NOT THAT, WHILE
THE GARLAND I SEND THEE.
FEAR not that, while around thee
Life's varied blessings pour,
Whose smile thou geek'st no more. No, dead and cold for ever
Let our past love remain ; Once gone, its spirit never
Shall haunt thy rest again.
May the new ties that bind thee
Far sweeter, happier prove, Nor e'er of me remind thee,
But by their truth and love. Think how, asleep or waking,
Thy image haunts me yet; But, how this heart is breaking,
For thy own peace forget.
THE garland I send thee was culled
from those bowers Where thou and I wandered in long
vanished hours; Not a leaf or a blossom its bloom hero
displays, But bears some remembrance of those
happy days. The roses were gathered by that garden
gate, Where our meetings, though early,
seemed always too late; Where lingering full oft through a
summer-night's moon, Our partings, though late, appeared al.
ways too soon. The rest were all culled from the banks
of that glade, Where, watching the sunset, so often
we've strayed, And mourned, as the time went, that
Love had no power To bind in his chain even one happy
WHEN LOVE IS KIND.
Whey Love is kind,
Cheerful and free, Love's sure to find
Welcome from me.
HOW SHALL I WOO?
But wlien Love brings
Heartache or pang, Tears, and such things
Love may go bang ! If Love can sigh
For one alone, Well pleased am I
To be that one.
IF I speak to thee in Friendship’s name,
Thou think'st I speak too coldly'; If I mention Love's devoted flame,
Thou say'st I speak too boldly. Between these two unequal fires,
Why doom me thus to hover?
I'm a friend, if such thy heart requires, | Thus may we, as years are flying,
To their flight our pleasures suit, Which shall it be? How shall I woo ? Nor regret the blossoms dying, Pair one, choose between the two.
While we still may taste the fruit.
Oh, while days like this are ours, Though the wings of Love will brightly Where's the lip that dares repine ? play
Spring may take our loves and flowers, When first he comes to woo thee,
So Autumn leaves iis friends and wine, There's a chance that he may fly away
As fast as he flies to thee.
IF thou wouldst have thy charms enWill, therefore, oft be found at home
chant our eyes, When Love abroad is flying.
First win our hearts, for there thy emWhich shall it be? How shall I woo? pire lies : Dear one, choose between the two. Beauty in vain would mount a heartless
throne, If neither feeling suits thy heart, Her Right Divine is given by love alone.
Let's see, to please thee, whether We may not learn some precious art
What would the rose with all her pride To mix their charms together;
be worth One feeling, still more sweet, to form
Were there no sun to call her brightness
forth? From two so sweet alreadyA friendship that like love is warm
Maidens unloved, like flowers in darkA love like friendship steady.
ness thrown, Thus let it be, thus let me w00,
Wait but that light which comes from
Love alone. Dearest, thus we'll join the two.
Fair as thy charms in yonder glass
Trust not their bloom, they'll fade from SPRING AND AUTUMN.
year to year : EVERY season hath its pleasures ;
Wouldst thou they still should shine as
first they shone, Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Go, fix thy mirror in Love's eyes alone. Brighten Autumn's soberer time, So Life's year begins and closes ; Days, though shortening, still can
THE MEETING OF THE SAIPS. shine;
WHEN o'er the silent seas alone What thoigh youth gave love and roses, For days and nights we've cheerless Age still leaves us friends and wine.
Oh, they who've felt it know how sweet, Phillis, when she might have caught Some sunny morn a sail to meet.
mie, All the spring looked coy and shy, Sparkling at once is every eye, Yet herself in Autumn sought me, Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!" our joyful When the flowers were all gone by.
cry; Ah! too late ;-she found her lover While answering back the sounds we Calm and free beneath his vine,
hear Drinking to the Spring-time over “Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! what cheer ? In his best auiumnl wine.
Thoma ile vings of Love will real
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chant our eyes When Love abroad is flying. First win our bearts, for there thy a Which shall it be? How shall I 100!
pire lies : Dear one, choose between the two. Beauty in vain would mount a hearts
throne, If neither feeling sa*e thy heart,
Her Right Divine is given by lore alour
Visat would the rose with all her prave
be worth One migrii mute a PT.R.
Vere there no sun to call her brightness
fortbt Airedautt iki stw
Taidens unloved, like flowers in dark
Trust not their bloom, they'll file from
year to year :
Wouldst thou they still should shine as
first they stone,
Then sails are backed, we nearer come,
Come, once a bumper !- then
driuk as you please, Though who could fill half-way to toasts
such as these ? “Here's our next joyous meeting-and
oh, when we meet,
union as sweet!"
HIP, HIP, HURRA!
not to him ; “Here's the girl that each loves, be her
eye of what hue
Come, charge high again, boys, nor let
the full wine Leave a space in the brimmer where
daylight may shine ; Here's the friends of our youth
though of some we're bereft,
what are left !”
That sweet word sounds,
Walks his night-rounds;
One rose-leaf crush,
Whisper, “ Hush, hush !”
The night-elves cry,
While he steals by ;
One dewdrop brush,
Whispering, “ Husb, bush !
THE PARTING BEFORE THE
Once more fill a bumper- ne'er talk of
the hour ; On hearts thus united old Time has no
power. • May our lives, though, alas ! like the
wine of to-night, They must soon have an end, to the last flow as bright.” Charge ! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra,
To conquer or be slaves :
Or set upon our graves.
Quick, quick, now, I'll give you, since Farewell, oh farewell, my love !
May Heaven thy guardian be,
To bring thee back to me. Here's the poet who sings—here's the
warrior who fights"Here's the statesman who speaks, in On to the field, the battle-field, the cause of men's rights !
Where Freedom's standard waves, Charge ! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, This sun shall see our tyrant yield, hurra!
Or shine upon our graves.