CONSOLATORY HINTS. WHY wears thy cheek those drops of sorrow, From them, alas! this truth I borrow; For so I love thee, dearest treasure Oh this still fond, though slighted heart! Or steal from thine one moment's smart; THE ORIGINAL OF CHERRY-RIPE, PUBLISHED IN 1606, BY MR. RICHARD ALISON. THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, Her eyes like angels watch them still; Her brows like bended bows do stand; 'TIS THEN YOU'LL THINK OF ME. Now, while around you lovers throng In hopes your hand to gain, You seek to trifle with one heart, But when their worthlessness you prove, When time those charms for aye destroy, When most the heart, and not the face, And changed becomes that heart which ought THE NATURAL EFFECTS OF LOVE. OH! not when hopes are brightest, Is all love's sweet enchantment known; But when life's clouds o'ertake us, And the cold world is cloth'd in gloom, When summer friends forsake us, The rose of love is best in bloom. Love is no wand'ring vapour, That lures astray with treach'rous spark; Love is no transient taper, That lives an hour, and leaves us dark: But, like the lamp that lightens The Greenland hut beneath the snow, The bosom's home it brightens, When all beside is chill below. TO CAROLINE WEEPING. WHAT maid, like Caroline, appears Too potent fair, whose gentle sway Whose smiles the coldest heart can warm, Those eyes, tho' swell'd with sorrow, move Those cheeks their beauty yet maintain, Still you all resistless are, Weeping, sighing, killing fair. CONSTANCY IN LOVE. THE rose-bud you gave me Your bosom it slept; And ev'n now 'tis wither'd, The green stem again. So, so will I cherish You, dear, while the pear Each tear that may start, When the zephyr of pity Draws gems from your heart. And when all these charms shall I will cherish the ruin, And guard its decay; The calm of the eve shall And I'll love you the same TO H. A. B. DEEM not, beloved, that the glow The sunshine of a cloudless faith, The fervid passions of our youth- These still are ours, while looking back Men call us poor-it may be true The freshness of love's early flowers, Heart-shelter'd through long years of want, Pure hopes and quiet joys are ours, Something of beauty from thy brow, An emblem of the love which lives Through every change, as time departs; Which binds our souls in one, and gives New gladness in our hearts! Flinging a halo over life Like that which gilds the life beyond. Ah! well I know thy thoughts, dear wife! To thoughts like these respond. The mother with her dewy eye, Our Father, throned in light above, Rich in the heart's best treasure, still But love dies not-the child of GOD She leads us with her radiant hand Earth's pleasant streams and pastures by, Still pointing to a better land Of bliss beyond the sky; SONG. 'Tis said that absence conquers love! But, O! believe it not : I've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot. |