So hope shall steal away the trace,

Which sorrow leaves behind !
Then fill the bowl, away with gloom,

Our joys shall always last;
For hope shall brighten days to come,

And memory gild the past.

But mark, at thought of future years,

When love shall lose its soul,
My Cloe drops her timid tears,

They mingle with my bowl !
How like this bowl of wine, my fair,

Our loving life shall fleet,
Though tears may sometimes mingle there,

The draught will still be sweet!
Then fill the bowl, away with gloom,

Our joys shall always last,
For hope will brighten days to come,

And memory gild the past !

CEASE, O CEASE TO TEMPT.

ÇEase, oh! cease to tempt my tender heart to love,
It never, never can so wild a flame approve ;
All its joys, and pains, to others I resign,
But be the vacant heart, the careless bosom mine.
Then cease, oh! cease to temptmytender heart to love,
It never can so wild a flame approve.

Say, oh! say no more that lovers' pains are sweet! I never, never can believe the fond deceit.

Thou lov'st the wounded heart,

I love to wander free;
So, keep thou Cupid's dart,

And leave his wings for me.

TWAS A NEW FEELING.

'Twas a new feeling, something more
Than we had dar'd to own before,

Which then we hid not.
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wish'd in ev'ry half breath'd sigh,

To speak, but did not!

My hand met hers, with trembling touch, 'Twas the first time I dar'd so much,

And yet she chid not. But seem'd to say with kindling brow, 6 Oh! do you doubt I love you now?”'

Sweet Girl! I did not.

THE WREATH YOU WOVE.

The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove

Is fair, but oh! how fair,
If pity's hand had stol’n from love

One leaf to mingle there.

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If ev'ry rose with gold were tied,

Did gems for dew-drops fall,
One faded leaf, where love had sigh’d,

Were sweetly worth them all.

The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove

Our emblem well may be,
Its bloom is yours, but hopeless love

Must keep its tears for me.

OH! WHY SHOULD THE GIRL OF MY SOUL BE IN

TEARS.

OH! why should the Girl of my soul be in tears,

At a meeting of rapture like this, When the gloom of the past, and the sorrows of years,

Have been paid by a moment of bliss ?

Are they shed for that moment of blissful delight,

Which dwells on her memory yet ? Do they flow, like the dews of the love-breathing night,

From the warmth of the sun that has set ?

Oh! sweet is the tear on that languishing smile,

That smile which is lovliest then, And if such are the drops that delight can beguile,

Thou shalt weep them again and again.

THE DAY OF LOVE.

The beam of morning, trembling

Stole o'er the mountain brook,
With timid ray resembling
Affection's early look.

Thus love begins,
Sweet morn of love!

The noon-tide ray ascended,

And o'er the valley stream
Diffus'd a glow as splendid
As passion's riper dream.

Thus love expands;
Warm noon of love!

But evening came, o'ershading

The glories of the sky,
Like faith and fondness fading
From passion's alter'd eye!

Thus love declines !
Cold eve of love!

LOVE AND THE SUN DIAL.

Young Love found a Dial once in a dark shade, Where Man ne'er had wander’d, nor Sun-beam play'd. "Why thus in darkness lie? (whisper'd young Love,) “Thou, whose gay hours should in Sunshine move ?”'

“I ne'er (said the Dial) have seen the warm Sun,
So noonday, and midnight to me, Love, are one.”
Then Love took the Dial away from the shade,
And plac'd her where heaven's beam warmly play'd.
There she reclin'd beneath Love's gazing eye,
While all mark’d with Sunshine her hours flew by!
“Oh! how (said the Dial) can any fair Maid,
That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade ?"
But night now comes on and the Sunbeam's o’er,
And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no more ;
Then cold and neglected, while bleak rain and winds,
Are storming around her, with sorrow she finds
That Love had but number'd a few sunny hours,
And left the remainder to darkness and show'rs!

FAREWELL BESSY.

SWEETEST Love, I'll not forget thee,

Time shall only teach my heart,
Fonder, warmer to regret thee,
Lovely gentle as thou art !

Farewell Bessy!
We may meet again.

Yes, oh! yes, again we'll meet, Love;

And repose our hearts at last ;
Oh! sure 'twill then be sweet, Love,
Calm to think on sorrows past.

Farewell Bessy!
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meet again.