SONG. The following lines were written to the air No. 4., in the 5th book of Mendelsohn's "Lieder ohne Wörte." The joy of sorrow; The sweetest pleasure, Though all around me Were darkness veiling, Yet light unfailing In death shall rise! Though day departeth, Nor cloud nor sorrow Shall dim that morrow In yonder skies! THE FRIEND. THERE is a friend, whose love E'en fondness like a mother's: On Him thy panting breast, By care and anguish riven, And earth, with all its joys and fears, Morn's dew-enamell'd flowers, The cloud through azure sweeping, Eve's sapphire cloud hath been Those dew pearls wreath'd in emerald Once wept a coming morrow: — But glory sprang o'er earth and sky, And all was light and ecstacy. green, Yon star upon the brow Of night's grey coronet, Morn's radiant blush, eve's ruddy glow, Had yon bright sun ne'er set, Were hidden still from mortal sight,. Lost in impenetrable light. Then should afflictions come, Though earth be wrapt in doubt and gloom, And who that azure hung With lamps of living fire? Who, when the hosts of morning sung, He is that friend, whose love Unchanged, endures for ever. What would'st thou more, frail fabric of the dust; OMNIPOTENCE thy Shield!thy Refuge!-Trust! LINES TO A LADY WHOM THE AUTHOR HAD NEVER SEEN. WHAT though thy form I ne'er beheld, Their witchery or grace. What though thy voice were never heard, I felt its melting tone, That came like some mysterious spell, Unbidden and alone! I saw thee in the wingéd beam, In darkness oft I saw thee still, A vision of the night. And though unheard, unseen, — thy name The same sweet image brings, And fancy o'er the mimic scene, Oh who shall tell the wondrous glimpse Imagination threw, As though past, present, and to come Were open to her view! L |