I remember that I loved her as I ne'er may love | And cool their water is, - yea, cool and sweet;-
again,
But you must come to draw.
And my heart's quick pulses vibrate to the patter They hoard not, yet they rest in calm content,
of the rain.
And not unsought will give;
They can be quiet with their wealth unspent,
So self-contained they live.
There is naught in art's bravuras that can work with such a spell,
In the spirit's pure, deep fountains, whence the And there are some like springs, that bubbling
THE EVENING CLOUD.
A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun,
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;
Long had I watched the glory moving on
O'er the still radiance of the lake below.
Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow!
Even in its very motion there was rest; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul ! To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given And by the breath of mercy made to roll
Right onwards to the golden gates of heaven, Where to the eye of faith it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies.
INSIGNIFICANT EXISTENCE.
THERE are a number of us creep
Into this world, to eat and sleep;
And know no reason why we 're born,
But only to consume the corn,
Devour the cattle, fowl, and fish,
And leave behind an empty dish.
The crows and ravens do the same,
Unlucky birds of hateful name;
Ravens or crows might fill their place,
And swallow corn and carcasses,
Then if their tombstone, when they die,
Be n't taught to flatter and to lie,
There's nothing better will be said
Than that "they 've eat up all their bread,
Drunk up their drink, and gone to bed."
A SWEET DISORDER IN THE DRESS
A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness :
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Inthralls the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly;
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;