REMEMBER THEE.

REMEMBER thee? yes, while there's life in this heart,
It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art;
More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers,
Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,

First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea,
I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow,
But oh! could I love thee more deeply than now?

No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons Whose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird's

nest,

Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast.

WREATH THE BOWL.

WREATH the bowl

With flowers of soul,

The brightest Wit can find us;
We'll take a flight

Tow'rds heaven to-night,

And leave dull earth behind us.

Should Love amid

The wreaths be hid,

That joy, th' enchanter, brings us,

No danger fear,

While wine is near,

We'll drown him if he stings us.

Then, wreath the bowl

With flowers of soul,

The brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds heaven to-night,

And leave dull earth behind us.

"Twas nectar fed

Of old, 'tis said,

Their Junos, Joves, Apollos;
And man may brew

His nectar too,

The rich receipt's as follows:

Take wine like this,

Let looks of bliss

Around it well be blended,

Then bring Wit's beam

To warm the stream,

And there's your nectar, splendid!

So wreath the bowl

With flowers of soul,

The brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds heaven to-night,

And leave dull earth behind us.

Say, why did Time

His glass sublime

Fill up with sands unsightly,

When wine, he knew,

Runs brisker through,

And sparkles far more brightly?

Oh, lend it us,

And, smiling thus,

The glass in two we'll sever,
Make pleasure glide

In double tide,

And fill both ends for ever!

Then wreath the bowl

With flowers of soul

The brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Tow'rds heaven to-night,

And leave dull earth behind us.

WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.

WHENE'ER I see those smiling eyes,
So full of hope, and joy, and light,
As if no cloud could ever rise,

To dim a heav'n so purely bright-
I sigh to think how soon that brow
In grief may lose its every ray,
And that light heart, so joyous now,
Almost forget it once was gay.

For time will come with all its blights,
The ruined hope, the friend unkind,
And love, that leaves, where'er it lights,
A chill'd or burning heart behind:
While youth, that now like snow appears,
Ere sullied by the dark'ning rain,
When once 'tis touch'd by sorrow's tears

Can never shine so bright again.