ADIEU, ADIEU!-OUR DREAM OF

LOVE.

ADIEU, adieu!—our dream of love
Was far too sweet to linger long,

Such hopes may bloom in bowers above,
But, here, they mock the fond and young.

We met in hope,—we part in tears !—
Yet, oh! 'tis sadly sweet to know
That life, in all its future years,

Can reach us with no heavier blow!

Our souls have drunk. in early youth,
The bitter dregs of earthly ill,

Our bosoms, blighted in their growth,

Have learned to suffer-and be still!

The hour is come, the spell is past!—
Far, far from thee,—my only love!

Youth's earliest hope, and manhood's last!-
My darkened spirit turns to rove.

Adieu, adieu!-oh, dull and dread,
Sinks on the ear that parting knell !—
Hope, and the dreams of hope, lie dead,
To them and thee, farewell-farewell!

NAY, DRY THAT TEAR!

NAY, dry that tear!-where'er I stray,
My spirit never shall repine,

While it has power to chase away
The shadows, dear! from thine.

My soul has weathered storms, above
The strength of feeble minds to bear;

But

may not see the cheek I love

Dimmed by affliction's tear,

And spirits are flitting on shadowless wings!

And sounds are all hushed into murmurings !—

And each low gale, as it wanders by,

Seems fraught with the breath of a young heart's sigh!

And beautiful things are all gliding about,

And all that is fair-save the fairest-is out!

Awake, my

love! 'tis love's own hour!

His spirit is breathed upon every flower;
His oracles lie all around,

In every sight, and on every sound;-
And, over heaven and earth, is thrown
A spell of beauty,-like thine own!

WHEN IN YON' FADING SKY.

WHEN in yon' fading sky
Summer light closes,

And the lone spirit's sigh

Steals o'er the roses ;

When in the waters still

Twilight is sleeping,

And on the purple hill

--

Night dews are weeping ;—

Where o'er the slumbering lake

Droops the fond willow,