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Remember, remember, thou silly one,
Or flourish a blooming bride ? "O the Rose is old, and thorny, and cold, And he lives on earth," said she; "But the Star is fair and he lives in the air, And he shall my bridegroom be."
But what if the stormy cloud should come,
Would he turn his eye from the distant sky,
O no, fair Lily, he will not send
One ray from his far-off throne; The winds shall blow and the waves shall flow, And thou wilt be left alone.
There is not a leaf on the mountain top,
Nor a golden sand on the sparkling shore,
That he has not cheered with his fickle smile,
And will he be true to a pallid flower, hat floats on the quiet stream?
THE STAR AND THE WATER-LILY.
Alas for the Lily! she would not heed,
The cloud came over the darkened sky,
She looked in vain through the beating rain,
SHE twirled the string of golden beads, That round her was hung, My grandsire's gift; the good old man Loved girls when he was young; And, bending lightly o'er the cord,
And turning half away,
"Well, one may trail her silken robe,
And one may tread the dewy grass,
Nor half-hid bosom heave the less,
"Some years ago, a dark-eyed girl
A flower, whose speaking hue Said, in the language of the heart, 'Believe the giver true.'
And, as she looked upon its leaves,
To wear it when the bridal wreath
But he who gave it never came
“O many a summer's morning glow