Would sweethearts give less heed to news They would not have so oft to sigh, LOVE AT FIRST-SIGHT. LET no one say that there is need The spark which but by slow degrees Is habit, friendship, what you please; For love to be completely true, To write, to sigh, and to converse, Love all at once should from the earth He is no love at all. THE FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER. "There's wisdom in the grass-its teaching would we heed THEKE knelt beneath the tulip tree A maiden fair and young; The flowers o'er head bloomed gorgeously,. As though by rainbows flung, And all around were daisies bright, With Beauty's smiles the earth seemed strown, In vain the flowers may woo around- A little four-leaved clover, green This humble clover sure will prove! And on her heart that gentle maid Then precious dreams of one will rise, Of old the sacred misletoe The Druid's altar bound; Dark superstition's sway is past, The mystic language breathed of cld; But still the olive-leaf imparts, It taught heaven's lore to human hearts- Better from earth root every flower, As on each rock, where plants can cling, Thus hopes will rise, if love's clear ray Like the ethereal spark, from Heaven! YOU ASK OF WHAT I'M THINKING. You ask of what I'm thinking, You mark my brow o'ercast, You long to learn the secret; Where is the tender parent, Who came at beck and call, You ask of what I'm thinking, You mark my brow o'ercast, And where is she who met me, |