I sought for no bewildering lure But checked the woman-playfulness, With household look and household word, I dared with earnest, homely truth, For oh! so much of truth was mine, I wished in simple maidenhood Alas! the russet robe no more And thou dost say the velvet gear 'Twas thy dear hand upon my brow Oh! tell me not of gorgeous robes I will not chide, I will not blame, I gave thee tenderness too deep Too deep for aught but tears; And thou would'st teach the world's cold rule, Which learned, the heart but seres. I gave thee all the soul's deep trust Its truth by sorrow tried; Nay, start not thou! what hast thou given? Alas! 'tis but thy pride. Give back, give back the tenderness That blessed my simple love, And call me, as in those dear days, Thine own, thy gentle dove! STANZAS WITH A BRIDAL RING. THE young Moon hides her virgin heart Within a ring of gold; So doth this little circlet all My bosom's lave unfold, And tells the tale that from my lips I Like the rich legend of the east And still as in the elfin ring THE OLD LOVE. THE old love-the old love- And in its home-the human heart- Years, weary years have vanished, Ah! lasting is the sorrow Of a deep and hidden wound, When the heart within is burning! Oh, 'tis a bitter, bitter thing, To fill that sentient thing, the heart, Yea, woe to those who plant the sec That yieldeth naught but doleTo those who thus do murder God's image in the soul! Yet silently and softly The dews of mercy fall: And the old love-the old love It triumphs over all. It was but yestereven A vision light and free, From the old and happy dream-land, Came gliding down to me: A vision, lady, of the past, Oft watched the starlit skies, And there were gentle voices, That floated on their beaming wings, They smiled upon me softly, And, lady, from the vision I wistful rose to pray, Oh, many are its cruel foes A host well armed and strong, And in its home-the human heart. WOMAN'S HEART. SAY, what is Woman's Heart? A thing A world whose fairy scenes are fraught What is its love? A ceaseless stream, Its storms as light as April showers,. What are its hopes? Rainbows that throw I Bright cheats, that come with siren words, Beguiling it like summer birds, That stay while nature round them blooms, What is its hate? A passing frown, AFFECTION. FROM youth's early day, The brighter doth shine, When the tempest of woe O'er the bosom shall blow, And the heart is o'erwhelmed with fears, 'Tis affection alone For hard fate can atone, And change into smiles all our tears. In the moment of death, When life's parting breath Shall fade like the taper in gloom, Affection's sweet smile Can that moment beguile, And illumine the path to the tonib! |