And as the winds of heaven strew
Its flowret's o'er that bed of thine,
Ere they, my love, can fall on you,
They'll shed their trembling leaves on mine.

SWEET GIRL, I'LL LOVE THEE EVER.

THOUGH Sorrow's fiend may interpose,
And seek our hearts to sever,
Whilst lily blooms or hawthorn grows,
Sweet girl, I'll love thee ever.
Let worldlings, fickle as the bee,
Long for each flower they view:
My ev'ry hope's combin'd in thee -
A flow'r more fair ne'er grew.

Though doom'd, perhaps, within the strife,
By some rude hand to perish,
My faithful heart, whilst I have life,
Thy lovely form shall cherish;
For they who love so true as me,
No grief their love can weaken:
Though I may be forsook by thee,
Thou'lt never be forsaken.

OH! THAT KISS.

ON Baltic billows rode my ship,
The boatswain loud was calling!
On mine Paulina pressed her lip,
And said while tears were falling;
"In foreigh climes, O! think on this!
Your heart let naught deprave it;

But bring me back my parting kiss,
gave it."

As pure as when I

Oh! that kiss, that sweet, sweet kiss!
The kiss she gave at parting;

In pain and grief, still brought relief,
And kept the tear from starting.
In breeze and battle, five long years,
I did a seaman's duty;

When pleasure call'd, I clos'd my ears,
And turn'd my eyes from beauty.

The wanton's tale of boasted bliss
I heard, but ne'er believed it,

And back I've brought that parting kiss,
As pure as I received it.

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS.

BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,

Were to change by to-morrow and fade in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fleeting away:

Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will;

And round the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are their own,
And thy cheeks unprofan'd by a tear,

That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear.
Oh! the heart that has truly lov'd, never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close;

As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which he turned when he rose !

OH, YES, DEAR LOVE, SO TENDERLY.

OH yes, dear love, so tenderly,

So blindly I adore thee,

Dominion, wealth, fame, victory,
Fade, worthless, all before thee.

Though other beauties swell my train,
With languid eyes I view them;
All former joys have fled-in vain
I study to renew them.

Time was the charms of pomp and power,
Ambition's thirst, would seize me;

Time was, the battle's thrilling hour,
And victory's wreaths could please me.

But, oh! dear love, so tenderly--
So blindly I adore thee;
Dominion, wealth, fame, victory,

Fade, worthless, now before tuec.

WE MEET NO MORE, OH! THINK ON ME.

WE meet no more, Oh! think on me,
Tho' lost to sense for ever,
Yet faithful mem'ry's record dear
Whispers we shall not sever.

No, by the lips of richest sweets,
Oh! never press'd by me!
No, by that soft eye's humid fires,
I must remember thee.

Each passing object's casual light,

Shall oft revive its power,

Even yon pale beams shall wake the thought,
They lit our parting hour.

And then I think I see that form,

In ardent beauty glowing,

And at the thought a tear shall wake,

As fond as now 'tis flowing.

SO WARMLY WE MET.

So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted,
That which was the sweeter e'en I could not tell,-
That first look of welcome her sunny eyes darted,
Or that tear of passion which blessed our farewell.
To meet was a blessing, to part thus another,
Our smiles and our tears seem'd two rivals in bliss;
Oh, Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other,

In smiles and in tears, than that moment to this!

The first was like day-break, new, sudden, delicious, The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet; The last was the farewell of day-light more precious, More glowing and deep as 'tis nearer its set,

Our meeting, though happy, was tinged by a sorrow,
To think that such happiness could not remain,

While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that to-morrow
Would bring back the blest hour of meeting again.

SHE COMES IN VISIONS FAIR AND BRIGHT.

SHE comes in visions fair and bright,

My lonely path to bless,

And to this poor bereaved heart

To whisper Happiness.

The same unchanging voice I hear,

In all its dulcet tone,

The same dear bosom fondly press
Which throbb'd for me alone.

Then gentle sleep mine eyelids seal,
Since joy like this you bring,
Oh! who would wish from such a state
To wake to suffering?

The precious interval of bliss,

By balmy slumber given,

Is like the dawn of childhood's day,
The soul's first glimpse of Heaven.

SHE BLOOMS NO MORE.

"Oh primavera, gioventu dell' anno,
Rella madre di fiori

Tu torni ben, ma teco

Nod tornani i sereni

E fortunati di delle mi goege."- Guarini.

I DREAD to see the summer sun
Come glowing up the sky,
And early pansies, one by one,
Opening the violet eye.

The choral melody of June,

The perfumed breath of heaven,
The dewy morn, the radiant noon,
The lingering light of even-

These, which so charmed my careless heart
In happy days gone by,
A deeper sadness now impart
To Memory's thoughtful eye.

They speak of one who sleeps in death,

Her race untimely o'er

Who ne'er shall taste Spring's honey'd breath, Nor see her glories more:

Of one who shared with me in youth
Life's sunshine and its flowers,
And kept unchanged her bosom's truth
Through all its darker hours.

She faded when the leaves were sere,
And wail'd the autumnal blast;
With all the glories of the year,
From earth her spirit passed.

Again the fair azalea bows

Beneath its snowy crest;

In yonder hedge the hawthorn blows,
The robin builds her nest;

The tulips lift their proud tiars,
The lilac waves her plumes,

And peeping through my lattice bars.
The rose acacia blooms.

Breathe but one word, ye starry flowers!

One little word to tell,

If in that far off shadow land,

Love and Remembrance dwell..

For she can bloom on earth no more,
Whose early doom I mourn;
Nor Spring nor Summer can restore
Our flower, untimely shorn..

Now dim as folded violets

Her eyes of dewy light,

And her rosy lips have mournfully
Breathed out their last good-night!