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DO I LOVE THEE?

BY MRS. V. E. HOWARD.

IF to feel the deep devotion

Of a pilgrim at a shrine,
If to weep with fond emotion,

Be to love thee, I am thine.
If to treasure every token,

Every look, and every sign, Every light word thou hast spoken,

Be to love thee, I am thine.

Once the future spread before me

Many a mingled hope and fear, Now but one e'er glances o'er me:

'Tis, “ Will he still hold me dear ?" Once I too dreamed of ambition,

Of Corinné's wreath of bay; Now such thought seems worthless vision,

If but thy praise crowns my lay.

SHOULD SORROW O’ER THY BROW.

BY J. H. BRIGHT.

SHOULD sorrow o'er thy brow

Its darkened shadows fling,
And hopes that cheer thee now,

Die in their early spring;
Should pleasure at its birth

Fade like the hues of even,
Turn thou away from earth,

There's rest for thee in Heaven!

If ever life shall seem

To thee a toilsome way,
And gladness cease to beam

Upon its clouded day;
If like the wearied dove

O'er shoreless ocean driven,
Raise thou thine eye above,

There's rest for thee in Heaven!

But oh! if thoughtless flowers

Throughout thy pathway bloom,
And gaily fleet the hours

Unstained by earthly gloom ;
Still let not every thought

To this poor world be given,
Not always be forgot

Thy better rest in Heaven!

When sickness pales thy cheek,

And dims thy lustrous eye,
And pulses low and weak

Tell of a time to die
Sweet hope shall whisper then,

“ Though thou from earth be riven,
There's bliss beyond thy ken,

There's rest for thee in Heaven !"

I WOULD BE WITH THEE.

BY CATHARINE H. WATERMAN.

I would be with thee when the pale moon stealeth

Like a sad spirit through the evening sky, When its dim, melancholy light revealeth, In shadowy beauty, early days gone by,

I would be with thee then.

I would be with thee, when at eve thou’rt straying

To the old haunts we loved in by-past time, When through some streamlet in the deep woods play.

ing, Long buried voices murmur in its chime,

I would be with thee then.

I would be with thee when those forms shall meet thee,

That long ago have faded from the light, When their loved tones, like far-off music greet thee, Bringing young sunshine on thy mental night,

I would be with thee then.

I would be with thee when those dreams have faded,

When to the buried past their lights shall flee, When fate's dark cloud their rainbow hues hath shaded, And thou art wakened to reality,

I would be with thee then.

I would be with thee when the smile of gladness

Gleams with its meteor ray across thy brow, And when the silent tear, and sigh of sadness, Teaches thy once glad heart in grief to bow,

I would be with thee then.

I would be with thee, though the cold world wither

Each bud of promise in its early bloom,
When the young hearts that clung in joy together,
Cling but the closer in the icy tomb,

I would be with thee then.

I REMEMBER.

BY WILLIAM HAYDEN.

I REMEMBER-I remember

The days when I was young
And those who tried to teach me then

To speak my mother tongue-
The ancient, smokey, raftered room,

Where gathered girls and boys I think our parents sent us there

To rid them of our noise.

I remember the old Mistress,

Who taught me A, B, C,
And, when I couldn't say it right,

Who took me o'er her knee-
The boys who were my mates at school :

And all our little plays ;-
And what a length of time it seemed,

Between the holidays.

I remember Sawney Bigelow,

Who tried to make me speak
A little broken Latin-and

A smattering of Greek ;-
It would have puzzled any one,

In learned lore more rich,
When we recited either tongue,

To tell you which was which.

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