TO ANNIE.* I. THY heart is like a blooming flower Of present woe or bliss that's past II. Sing, if thou wilt, of early love, And true as to thy mind it seems. They were not meant for such as you. * On hearing her sing a song, beginning with the words "My heart is like a faded flower." III. Smile on then, happy still and blest. And e'en in darkness breathe of light! THOUGHTS AT STARLIGHT. How wonderful the thought, that those bright orbs, Are worlds like ours; that within them dwell We gaze, alas! and all the while forget The mighty hand that guides them at its will. Forget, and yet in such a soothing time Are we not influenced by better thoughts, The bitter thoughts that fetter down our minds, THE HOLLY BOUGH. I. OH! deck not the hall with the bright holly bough; Since the form of that loved one is silent and dead II. Nay, call me not sullen, because I refuse To join in the sports that can others amuse. They meet the same friends that they welcomed of yore, But tho' all are not strangers, my friend is no more. III. A circle is form'd round the sparkling fire, To solve the enigma all gaily aspire; But the voice that would answer with readiest skill, IV. They say 't is a time of rejoicing and glee, V. But tho' we who knew her thus bitterly sigh, We'll remember she's gone to a happier land, And added one more to the heavenly band. VI. We'll not sadden the hearts of the young and the gay In our thoughts of the one Death has taken away, VII. Oh! then brighten the hall with the evergreen bough, For pleasanter feelings come over us now; Since the friends that we love are not all of them dead, Let us mingle once more its bright berries of red. |