To lisp thy name shall learn, Though now they can but murmur soft In gentle words of love they spoke, And I was very sure, That all thy looks were eloquent, I know that thou art beautiful,- In a sweet language that I learned Thou'st sent me from thy garden bower The latest rosebud there, Its blush was eloquent, its leaves It touched a weary stranger's heart, In sadness and alone; It minded her of days gone by, When Love's untiring hand Wove blossoms for her youthful brow, TO MISS M In many a graceful band. Ah! far away from home and friends, With something of its olden joy, When such as thou she meets! And oft in future dreams shall rise The eye and glossy curl, The soft rose-bloom and dimple Of the sweet-voiced English girl! 71 LOVE UNCHANGEABLE. BY RUFUS DAWES. YES! still I love thee :-Time, who sets His signet on my brow, And dims my sunken eye, forgets The heart he could not bow ;Where love, that cannot perish, grows For one, alas! that little knows How love may sometimes last; Like sunshine wasting in the skies, The dew-drop hanging o'er the rose, Can never touch a leaf that blows, Though seeming to the sight; And yet it still will linger there, A snow-drop in the sun! A moment finely exquisite, Alas! but only one. LOVE UNCHANGEABLE. I would not have thy married heart Nor would I tear the cords apart, That bind me so to thee; No! while my thoughts seem pure and mild, I would not have thee know, The stream that seems to thee so still, Has such a tide below! Enough! that in delicious dreams, Enough, that when the morning beams, I feel my eyelids wet! Yet, could I hope, when Time shall fall To meet thee,-and to love, I would not shrink from aught below, G 73 |