Give to the wind each anxious thought What though we part again to-morrow, One pang to mar an hour so sweet. Hush, hark! amid our rapture now, What strange, low, sorrowing tone comes near? Why steals a shadow o'er each brow, And through each mirthful smile a tear! Alas the spirit can not brook The voice of careless glee to-day! But, from each thoughtless word and look, Oh, hush the song! lest feeling's tide Each other's hand we'll faintly hold. And breathe your sweet words o'er mine ear; Oh, I can die-but ne'er forget This hour, so beautiful and dear! LOVE MESSENGERS. YE little Stars, that twinkle high To shed your lurid radiance now Ye fleecy Clouds, that swiftly glide E'en now across the starry light Ye balmy Breezes sweeping by, And shedding freshness round, With health and fragrance crowned, To sport amid his tresses bright. Then Stars, and Clouds, and Breezes, bear That be success or grief his share, STANZAS. I WOULD not have thee deem my heart Which earthly passion ne'er alloys. To Him who makes my pathway bright. I would not chain to mystic creeds The beauteous path to heaven that leads And all it e'er can take away, I would not have that spirit rove I would not that my heart were cold For I have left the dearly loved, Life's rainbow hues were formed of tears.. Those loved, and lost, and cherished ones, But perfect in the world above, Through sufferings, woe, and trial here, Which clouds and distance failed to sere: Thy kind remembrance to engage, And woven but a mournful song, Wherewith to dim thy brightest page.. WE'VE HAD OUR SHARE OF BLISS, BELOVED. WE'VE had our share of bliss, beloved, We've had our share of bliss;. And 'mid the varying scenes of life, If sorrows come, from vanished joy We'll borrrow such a light As the departed sun bestows Upon the queen of night: And thus, by Memory's moonbeams cheered,. Hope's sun we shall not miss, But tread life's path as gay as when. We had our share of bliss. 'Tis true our sky hath had its clouds, Our spring its stormy hours When we have mourned, as all must mourn, O'er blighted buds and flowers; And true, our bark hath sometimes neared When gloomy looked the waves around, But Love was ever at the helm He could not go amiss, So long as two fond spirits sang, These holy watchwords of the Fast Our happy hearts, like tireless bees, GUNHILDA. A MAIDEN sat beneath a tree, From forth the wood into the light He careless stopped and eyed the maid: "Why weepest thou?" he gently said; "I love thee well-be not afraid." He takes her hand, and leads her on; He leans her head upon his breast! Then from the thicket starts a deer: She sees him vanish into night, Though but in dream Gunhilda failed, Though she but fancied fault bewailed Yet thought of day makes dream of night: The inmost altar burns not bright. Of loneliness thou canst not bear, Now sadder that lone maiden sighs, Far bitterer tears profane her eyes, Crushed in the dust her heart's flower lies. SAY, CAN A MAIDEN'S HEART REFUSE. SAY, can a maiden's heart refuse, But not till reason shall approve, I never will confess I love; Ah! tell me can a maid do more? Ah! why are youthful maidens form'd True love is Beauty's richest bliss, HAD I A HEART FOR FALSEHOOD FRAMED. HAD I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you; For though your tongue no promise claimed, Your charms.would make me true; |