Hope may sing a sweeter lay, Hope nor pleasure spread a hue I'VE LOVED BEFORE NOW. BY JAMES LAWSON. I've loved before now-like the wandering bee, I've loved before now, for an hour or a day, No! 'Twas fancy alone; Then come to this heart, and believe me, no more truth, CUPID'S DEFIANCE. BY ANN S. STEPHENS. THINK ye to fetter Love with gold? Ah no, no! Ah no, no! That gleams afar, Forbid the heart To act its part, Could Love an humble captive be? Ah no, no! Ah no, no! Ambition bold, Pride stern and cold, But love is free As thought can be, THE FALLING TIDE UPON THE BEACH. BY HENRY PANTON. The falling tide upon the beach In murmurs chides my long delay; The whispering wind in fancy speaks, And bids me on my course away. And yet I linger near thine eyes, As one on whom there hangs a spell ; I strive in vain--my tongue denies The tones that form that word, “Farewell." re. We'll meet no In after years, Perhaps some long-neglected token Of ties now washed away in tears, That once no power could have broken, May call emotions to the heart That long in it have ceased to dwell, And may again the scene impart Where last I whispered, Fare-thee well. For me, the heart that once was thine May beat beneath another's power, But never from another's shrine Can bring the sadness of this hour. With thee I've passed the morn of love Day half his lustre will dispel; Will sadden at our last Farewell. I linger still ; but 'tis in vain Nought can those careless hours restore ; Procrastination adds but pain, And only heats the tear-drop more. Come, while my eyes are filled with thee, Ere tears thy image shall dispel ; Bright may thy future prospects be; One kiss—forever Fare-thee-well. "A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOREVER.” BY L. L. DAPONTE. FAREWELL! how oft that word is said By those who hope to meet again, Bespeak the transitory pain! All speechless will I see thee part, Companion of my broken heart. Nor think if cheerless I pursue The path that thou hast marked with wo, That joy itself can never know- To hear thee when no other hears ; As in thy pride of youthful years ! When life and care have dimmed thine eye, So terrible in beauty now, l'nchanged the glory of thy brow! Till, guided by thy light divine, To fit companionship with thine! |