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Yet ne'er that leaf shall fall and fade,
The parent tree shall mourn its shade,
The winds bewail the leafless tree-
But none shall breathe a sigh for me.

My life is like the print which feet

Have left on Tempe's desert strand
Soon as the rising tide shall beat,

His track will vanish from the sand;
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud moans the sea
But none shall e'er lament for me!

THE MERMAID'S CAVE.

BY MISS H. F. GOULD.

COME, mariner, down in the deep with me,

And hide thee under the wave;
For I have a bed of coral for thee,
And quiet and sound shall thy slumbers be,

In a cell of the mermaid's cave.

And she who is waiting with cheek so pale,

At the tempest and ocean's roar; And weeps when she hears the menacing gale, Or sighs to behold her mariner's sail,

Come whitening up to the shore;

She has not long to linger for thee,

Her sorrows will soon be o'er,
For the cord shall be broken, the prisoners free,
Her eye shall close, and her dreams will be

So sweet, she will wake no more.

I LEFT THEE WHERE I FOUND THEE, LOVE.

BY MRS. HARRIET MUZZY.

I LEFT thee where I found thee, love,

Throned gaily in those laughing eyes ;
'Twere folly to have bound thee, love,

For love is loveliest while he fies.
'Twas safest, best to leave thee, love,

For flight may end both hopes and fears;
I did not wish to grieve thee, love,

For love's resistless when in tears.

At distance I may view thee, love,

Unchecked by glances, smiles, or sighs;
Thou didst not dream I knew thee, love,

So wrapped in friendship's deep disguise.
No splendid shrine I made thee, love,

Thy presence hallowed every spot;
No kind farewell I bade thee, love,
For love's last look is ne'er forgot.

WHEN MORNING, LIKE A BLUSHING BRIDE.

BY F. HILL.

When morning, like a blushing bride,

Looks o'er the earth and sea, love,
And to their homes night spirits glide,

Oh, then I'll think of thee, love.

And every mirrored orb that glides

Across the summer sea, love,
Like silvery glances on our dreams,

Shall wake a thought of thee, love.

Then fare thee well, and bear with thee

This smile--for not one tear, love,
Shall dim thy precious memory,

So fondly treasured here, love.

For oh! these eyes with fond truth shine,

And this fond melting heart, love,
Declare that I am ever thine,

That still mine own thou art, love.

THERE'S BEAUTY IN THE DEEP.

BY J. G. C. BRAINARD.

There's beauty in the deep The wave is bluer than the sky; And, though the light shine bright on high, More softly do the sea-gems glow That sparkle in the depths below; The rainbow's tints are only made When on the waters they are laid, And sun and moon most sweetly shine Upon the ocean's level brine.

There's beauty in the deep.

There's music in the deep :-
It is not in the surf's rough roar,
Nor in the whispering, shelly shore-
They are but earthly sounds, that tell
How little of the sea-nymph's shell,
That sends its loud, clear note abroad,
Or winds its softness through the flood,
Echoes through groves with coral gay,
And dies, on spongy banks, away.

There's music in the deep.

There's quiet in the deep :Above, let tides and tempests rave, And earth-born whirlwinds wake the wave;

Above, let care and fear contend,
With sin and sorrow to the end :
Here, far beneath the tainted foam
That frets above our peaceful home,
We dream in joy, and wake in love,
Nor know the rage that yells above.

There's quiet in the deep.

ANDRE'S REQUEST TO WASHINGTON.

BY NATHANIEL P. WILLIS.

It is not the fear of death

That damps my brow,
It is not for another breath

I ask thee now;
I can die with a lip unstirred

And a quiet heart-
Let but this prayer be heard

Ere I depart.

I can give up my mother's look

My sister's kiss;
I can think of love-yet brook

A death like this!
I can give up the young fame

I burned to win-
All-but the spotless name

I glory in.

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