Love, covered all with rose-like flowers, And blossoms in its spring. J. K. HERVEY. LOVE IN ABSENCE. Oh my dear peerless wife! By the blue sky and all its crowding stars Woman was ever loved. There's not an hour THE FAREWELL. Lady! whose soft and dove-like eye, Hide thy soul's richness! like that flower Whose sweet aroma to no power But the pure sunshine is reveal'd — Long, long, midst leaves and moss conceal'd; Her life, very oh guard and cherish "Now, farewell, lords and ladies bright! To each and all we wish good night! And rosy dreams and slumbers light." "Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That we shall say good night till it be morrow." THE END. |