The gloom that winter cast LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sunbeam play'd; "Why thus in darkness lie," whisper'd young Love; "Thou, whose gay hours in sunshine should move?" "I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun, "So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one." Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, And placed her where Heav'n's beam warmly play'd. There she reclin'd, beneath Love's gazing eye, While, mark'd all with sunshine, her hours flew by. "Oh, how," said the Dial, "can any fair maid, That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade?" But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er, LOVE AND TIME. 'Tis said- but whether true or not But short the moments, short as bright, If Time to-day has had his flight, Ah! Time and Love, your change is then Then is Love's hour to stray; Oh, how he flies, flies away! But there's a nymph, whose chains I feel, That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings, This is Time's Holiday; LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us-- Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last : All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee, Oh, if there be a charm Then be happy, for thus I adore thee. Charms may wither, but feeling shall last : All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. LOVE WAND'RING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE. LOVE, wand'ring through the golden maze Trac'd every lock with fond delays, Oh, take thou this young rose, and let her life be Prolong'd by the breath she will borrow from thee; For, while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill, She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her still. WHEN MIDST THE GAY I MEET. WHEN midst the gay I meet That gentle smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most sweet, I scarce can call it mine: But when to me alone Your secret tears you show, Oh, then I feel those tears my own, And claim them while they flow. Then still with bright looks bless The gay, the cold, the free; Give smiles to those who love you less, But keep your tears for me. The snow on Jura's steep Can smile in many a beam, Whose touch is fire, appears, Give smiles to those who love you less, WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS. WHEN twilight dews are falling soft I watch the star, whose beam so oft There's not a garden walk I tread, But brings to mind some hope that's fled, The pains, the ills we've wept through here, YOUNG JESSICA. YOUNG Jessica sat all the day, So active once!. -now idly shining. That love and mischief are most nimble; The safest shield against the darts Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble. The child, who with a magnet plays, And laughing says, “We'll steal it slily.” The needle, having nought to do, Is pleas'd to let the magnet wheedle; Till closer, closer come the two, And-off, at length, elopes the needle. Now, had this needle turn'd its eye To some gay reticule's construction, It ne'er had stray'd from duty's tie, Nor felt the magnet's sly seduction. Thus, girls, would you keep quiet hearts, Your snowy fingers must be nimble; The safest shield against the darts Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble. HOW HAPPY, ONCE How happy, once, though wing'd with sighs, While looking on those smiling eyes, Mine the cold brow, That speaks thy alter'd vow, Oh, could I change my love like thee, And hear a voice as sweet as thine: Be wak'd to life again; And mute are ev'n its sighs, All other grief it now defies. I LOVE BUT THEE. Ir, after all, you still will doubt and fear me, By those dark eyes, where light is ever playing, Where Love, in depth of shadow, holds his throne, And by those lips, which give whate'er thou'rt saying, Or grave or gay, a music of its own, I love but thee By that fair brow, where Innocence reposes, LET JOY ALONE BE REMEMBER'D NOW. LET thy joys alone be remember'd now, Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, That Time, whose touch can chill Oh, joy alone should be thought of now, Or, should thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, When the flowers of life's sweet garden fade, If but one bright leaf remain, Of the many that once its glory made, But thus to meet and thus to wake In all Love's early bliss; Oh, Time all other gifts may take, Then let joy alone be remember'd now, Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, Let Love light it up with his smile! MY HEART AND LUTE. I GIVE thee all I can no more- Though love and song may fail, alas! At least 'twill make them lighter pass PEACE, PEACE, TO HIM THAT'S GONE! WHEN I am dead Then lay my head In some lone, distant dell, Shall stir the air, |