FROM METASTASIO

THE Venomous serpent, dearest,
Shall couch with the cushat dove,
Ere a true friend, as thou fearest,
Shall ever be false in Love.
From Eden's greenest mountain
Two separate streamlets came;

But their source was in one fountain,
Their waters are the same!

REMEMBER ME

IN Seville, when the feast was long,
And lips and lutes grew free,
At Inez' feet, amid the throng,
A masquer bent his knee;
And still the burthen of his song
Was "Sweet, remember me!

"Remember me in shine and shower, In sorrow and in glee;

When summer breathes upon the flower,
When winter blasts the tree,

When there are dances in the bower
Or sails upon the sea.

"Remember me beneath far skies,

On foreign lawn or lea;

When others worship those wild eyes
Which I no more may see,

When others wake the melodies

Of which I mar the key.

*Remember me! my heart wil, claim No love, no trust, from, thee;

Remember me, though doubt and blame Linked with the record be:

Remember me,— with scorn or shame, — But yet, remember me!”

FUIMUS!

Go to the once loved bowers;

Wreathe blushing roses for the lady's hair:
Winter has been upon the leaves and

flowers,

They were!

Look for the domes of kings;

Lo, the owl's fortress, or the tiger's lair! Oblivion sits beside them; mockery sings They were!

Waken the minstrel's lute;

Bid the smooth pleader charm the listening air: The chords are broken, and the lips are

mute;

They were!

Visit the great and brave;

Worship the witcheries of the bright and fair. Is not thy foot upon a new-made grave?·

They were!

Speak to thine own heart; prove

The secrets of thy nature. What is there?

Wild hopes, warm fancies, fervent faith,

fond love, —

They were!

We too, we too must fall;

A few brief years to labour and to bear; – Then comes the sexton, and the old trite

tale,

"We were!"