Wed him!-Never. He has lost me ! Tears!-Well, let them flow!-His bride?— No.-The struggle life may cost me! But he'll find that I have pride! Love is not an idle flower, Blooms and dies the self-same hour. Titles, lands, and broad dominion, And became my willing slave! Ingrate !--Never sure was maiden My true breast is overladen Tears afford me no relief.—— Every nerve is strained and aching, Love I him?—Thus scorned and slighted- Love nor time, nor mood, can fashion— To speak the broadest, deepest passion, Ever woman's heart hath stirr'd! Vain to still the mind's desires, Which consume like hidden fires! Wreck'd and wretched, lost and lonely, Crush'd by grief's oppressive weight, With a prayer for Clifford only, I resign me to my fate. Chains that bind the soul I've proven Deep the wo that fast is sending From my cheek its healthful bloom; Sad my thoughts, as willows bending O'er the borders of the tomb. Without Clifford not a blessing In the world is worth possessing. Wealth!-a straw within the balance, Opposed to love 'twill kick the beam: Kindred-friendship-beauty-talents?— All to love as nothing seem; Weigh love against all else together, As solid gold against a feather. Hope is flown-away disguises— Nought but death relief can give— For the love he little prizes Cannot cease and Julia live! Soon my thread of life will sever Clifford, fare thee well-for ever! THOUGHTS AT THE GRAVE OF A DEPARTED FRIEND. BY JOHN INMAN. LOVED, lost one, fare thee well-too harsh the doom But memory claims thee still; and slumber brings Unto the past, and thee, and thy loved name; SONG. BY THEODORE S. FAY. A CARELESS, Simple bird, one day Fell in a cruel trap, which lay All hid among the flowers, Forsooth, the pretty, harmless flowers. The spring was closed; poor, silly soul, Till, squeezing through a tiny hole, Unhurt at length away he flew. And now from every fond regret He, singing, says, "You need not set False girl! another trap for me." ANACREONTIC. BY C. F. HOFFMAN. BLAME not the Bowl-the fruitful Bowl! Whence wit, and mirth, and music spring, And amber drops elysian roll, To bathe young Love's delighted wing. What like the grape Osiris gave Makes rigid age so lithe of limb ? Illumines Memory's tearful wave, And teaches drowning Hope to swim? He ne'er could match the mellow charms Like burning thoughts which lovers hoard The island fount, that kept of old Bore not beneath the bitter brine, Each flower upon its limpid tide, More faithfully than in the wine, Our hearts will toward each other glide. Then drain the cup, and let thy soul Learn, as the draught delicious flies, Like pearls in the Egyptian's bowl, Truth beaming at the bottom lies. MELODY. BY WILLIAM LEGGETT. IF yon bright stars, which gem the night, Be each a blissful dwelling sphere, Where kindred spirits re-unite Whom death has torn asunder here, |