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DREAMED that thou wert kind and true,
That I alone engrossed thy heart;

I dreamed thy breast no falsehood knew,
That thou wert all—but what thou art.
Now is that lovely vision past,

The spell that bound my heart is breaking;
My dream is o'er-how long shall last
The anguish that I feel in waking!

Yet who could see thee smile so sweet,
And doubt that smile to be sincere ;
Or mark that form, and deem deceit
Could ever find a harbour there!
Farewell, farewell, forget the pain—
If thus to part a pang hath cost thee,
Nor think of him 'midst fashion's train
Who living loved and loving lost thee.

O the cot of my love I returned broken-hearted,

And sighed o'er each scene that enchanted

before;

The moonbeam shone brightly as when we last parted, But Ellen could gaze on its lustre no more.

Though trimmed by strange hands, still her garden blooming,

Ungratefully gay seemed the smile that it wore ;
The flowers she had cherished the gale was per-

fuming,

But Ellen rejoiced in their fragrance no more.

Shine on, envious moon, nought thy brightness excelling,

Far closed is that eye which more brilliancy bore; And flourish, ye flowerets, around her lone dwelling, Your rival in sweetness and bloom is no more. Unprized be your beauty, unmourned your decaying, Your splendour, your fragrance, new seasons restore; Each morn, every eve, to my sight is displaying

Fresh beams and fresh blossoms-but Ellen-no more!

SILENTLY.

(SPANISH AIR.)

POW oft, when like beauty at rest,
All unruffled reclines the blue deep;
And the moonbeam hangs over its breast
Like a lover who watches her sleep

Silently.

I roam on the beach, and recall

The fond hours when I strayed there with thee;

And thoughtless, unthought of by all,

We've gazed on that silvery sea

Silently.

And as the light breeze murmurs by,
And awakens the wave from its trance,

So I've spoken to thee in a sigh,
And thou hast replied by a glance

Silently.

Ah, lady, in moments so dear,

I forgot they so soon might be o'er,
And leave me all joyless and drear,

To wander alone on the shore

Silently.

ULCAN once for Hymen forged
A chain of wondrous power;
Who twined each magic link around
With many a beauteous flower;

On frolic bent, then hastily

He left the God of Fire,

And in it caught one sunny morn
Young Love and warm desire.
Pleaséd awhile in mirthful mood,
The thoughtless couple sported;
So fragrant breathed the flowery band,
They e'en its pressure courted;
Till Time came by, and with his scythe

Cut through the wreaths around them, Which drooped and died, and left to view The iron chain that bound them.

Scaréd at the cheerless sight

Of bands and roses blighted, Desire stole the wings of Love,

And fled away affrighted.

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VULCAN AND HYMEN.

Who, left alone, not long could bear
The links 'neath which he smarted,
Essayed in vain to snap the chain,
Then perished broken-hearted.
Hymen, weeping. Vulcan sought,
And of Love's fate apprised him;
Who o'er his smithy smiling bent,
And calmly thus advised him:
"Oh! had your chain but been of gold,
Though every flower had faded,

The glittering links had pleased as much
As when with roses shaded.”