Few have ever lov'd like me;

Oh! I have lov'd thee too sincerely! And few have e'er deceiv'd like thee,

Alas! deceived me too severely!

Fare thee well, yet think a while

On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee; Who now would rather trust that smile,

And die with thee, than live without thee!

Fare thee well, I'll think of thee,

Thou leav'st me many a bitter token;
For see, distracting woman! see,

My peace is gone, my heart is broken!
Fare thee well!

THOUGH FATE, MY GIRL, MAY BID US PART.

THOUGH Fate, my girl, may bid us part,
Our souls it cannot, shall not sever;
The heart will seek its kindred heart,
And cling to it as close as ever.

But must we, must we part indeed ?
Is all our dream of rapture over?
And does not Julia's bosom bleed

To leave so dear, so fond a lover?

Does she too mourn ?-Perhaps she may,
Perhaps she weeps our blisses fleeting.
But why is Julia's eye so gay,

If Julia's heart, like mine, is beating?

I oft have lov'd the brilliant glow
Of rapture in her blue eye streaming—
But can the bosom bleed with woe,
While joy is in the glances beaming?

No, no! yet, love, I will not chide,
Although your heart were fond of roving,
Nor that, nor all the world beside,
Could keep your faithful boy from loving.

You'll soon be distant from his eye,

And with you all that's worth possessing; Oh! then it will be sweet to die, When life has lost its only blessing.

DOES THE HARP OF ROSA SLUMBER?

DOES the harp of Rosa slumber?

Once it breath'd the sweetest number!

Never does a wilder song

Steal the breezy lyre along,

When the wind, in odours dying,

Woos it with enamour'd sighing.

Does the harp of Rosa cease?

Once it told a tale of peace

To her lover's throbbing breast-
Then he was divinely blest?
Ah! but Rosa loves no more,
Therefore Rosa's song his o'er,
And her harp neglected lies;
And her boy forgotten sighs.
Silent harp-forgotten lover-
Rosa's love and song are over!

OH WOMAN! IF BY SIMPLE WILE.

On woman! if by simple wile

Thy soul has stray'd from honour's track, 'Tis mercy only can beguile,

By gentle ways, the wanderer back.

The stain that on thy virtue lies,
Wash'd by thy tears, may yet decay,
As clouds that sully morning skies,
May all be wept in showers away.

Go, go-be innocent, and live

The tongues of men may wound thee sore;

But heav'n in pity can forgive,

And bids thee" go, and sin no more!"

WHEN TIME WAS ENTWINING.

WHEN Time was entwining the garland of years,
Which to crown my beloved was given;
Though some of the leaves might be sullied with tears,
Yet the flow'rs were all gathered in heaven!

And long may this garland be sweet to the eye,
May its verdure for ever be new!

Young Love shall enrich it with many a sigh,
And Pity shall nurse it with dew!

HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE TIMID TEAR?

HAVE you not seen the timid tear

Steal trembling from mine eye ?
Have you not mark'd the flush of fear,
Or caught the murmur'd sigh?
And can you think my love is chill,
Nor fixed on you alone ?

And can you rend, by doubting still,
A heart so much your own?

To you my soul's affections move
Devoutly, warmly true;

My life has been a task of love,

One long, long thought of you.

If all your tender faith is o'er,
If still my truth you'll try,

Alas! I know but one proof more—
I'll bless your name and die!

SWEETEST LOVE! I'LL NOT FORGET THEE.

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!

Yet, oh! yet 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 Betssy!

Yes, my girl, the distant blessing
Mayn't be always sought in vain;
And the moment of possessing-
Will it not, love, repay our pain?
Farewell Bessy!

Still I feel my heart is breaking,
When I think I stray from thec,
Round the world that quiet seeking,
Which I fear is not for me!

Farewell Bessy!