And may our happy portion be, And sing his everlasting love. Kelly. TO MY SOUL. WRITTEN IN SICKNESS. Be patient yet, my soul, thou hast not long beneath accumulated wrong : Το groan Soon, very soon, I trust, the galling yoke And, hailed by beings pure, who know no care, FAREWELL. Farewell! for I have schooled my heart At last to say farewell to thee! Now I can bear to look on death,— Its bitterness is past for me. The faded brow, the pallid lip, Proclaim what soon my fate will be; And welcome is their tale of death, For I have said farewell to thee! Davenport. When first we met, I saw thee all I felt it not, till round my heart Link after link the chain was wove; Then burst at once upon my brain The maddening thought-I love! I love! We then were parting, others wept, But mine the ear that strained to hear And when the circle in its mirth Had quite forgot Farewell and Thee, 400394 And time passed on; but not with time Was what I could not teach my heart. We met again, and women's pride I felt thine eyes gazing on mine; I knew the day, the very hour, That you were wed, and heard your vow ; I heard the wedding bells-O God! Mine ear rings with them even now! I may not say that you were false, I never had one vow from thee; But I have often seen thine eye Look as it loved to look on me. And when you spoke to me, your voice But this is worse than vain Farewell! For thee all of life's happiness, And for myself an early grave! Miss L. E. Landon. DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN. Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit! rest thee now! Ere while with ours thy footsteps trod, Dust to its narrow house beneath! Soul to its place on high! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die. Mrs Hemans. |