LOVE NO MORE MY HEART POSSESSING.

Love no more my heart possessing,-
Shall delusive hope restore;
How I loved beyond expressing!
But, alas! the maid's no more.

O, 'twas neither form nor feature,
That could triumph o'er my heart;
Truth it was, and heavenly nature,
Oh, how hard with these to pert!'

Yet, adieu to useless sorrow:
Man his fate must firmly bear;
Nor forbade of hope to borrow,
Meanly truckle to despair.

AN EASTERN LOVE-SONG..

AWAKE, my silver lute,
String all thy plaintive wires,
And as the fountain gushes free,
So let thy memory chant for me
The theme that never tires.-

Awake, my liquid voice;

Like yonder timorous bird,

Why dost thou sing in trembling fear,

As if by some obtrusive ear

Thy secret should be heard?

Awake, my heart-yet no!.

As Cedron's golden rill,

Whose changeless echo singeth o'er
Notes it had heard long years before,.

So thou art never still..

My voice! my lute! my heart!
Spring joyously above

The feeble notes of lower earth,
And let thy richest tones have birth
Beneath the touch of love.

I WHISPERED HER A LAST ADIEU.

1 WHISPERED her a last adieu,

gave a mournful kiss,

Cold showers of sorrow bathed her eyes,
And ber poor heart was torn with sighs;
Yet strange to tell, 'twas then I knew
Most perfect bliss.

For love, at other times suppressed,
Was all betrayed at this;

I saw him, weeping, in her eyes,
I heard him breathe among her sighs;
And every sob which shook her breast
Thrilled mine with bliss.

REMEMBER ME.

REMEMBER me when, far away,

I journey through the world's wide waste: Remember me at early day,

Or when the evening shadows haste. When high the pensive moon appears, And night, with all her starry train, Gives rest to human hopes and fears, Remember, I alone complain.

Remember me whene'er you sigh,

Be it at midnight's silent hour,
Remember me, and think that I

Return thy sigh and feel its power.
Whene'er you think on those away,
Or when you bend the pious knee,
Or when your thoughts to pleasure stray,-
O, then, dear maid, remember me.

THE CONTRACT.

RECEIVE, dear maid, the warmest sigh,.
That ever burst from lover's heart,

And let the beaming tearful eye,
What lips dare not reveal, impart..

And, oh, return one look of love,
One sigh of soft impassioned bliss:
Say but the impulse you approve,
And seal the contract with a kiss.

LOVE IS BLIND.

LOVE, deceitful foe to truth,
Conquers reason, chains the mind,
Prudence oft would guide our youth,
But love, alas! alas! is blind.

Often thus when men deceive,
Silly maids to love inclin❜d,
Will too readily believe,

For love, true love, alas! is blind.

ANNA, THY CHARMS.

ANNA, thy charms my bosom fires,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fatal to despair.

Yet in thy presence, lovely fair,
To hope may be forgiv'n!
For sure 'twere impious to despair,
So much in sight of Heav'n.

WHITE ROSES.

THEY were gathered for a bridal:
I knew it by their hue-
Fair as the summer moonlight

Upon the sleeping dew.

From their fair and fairy sisters

They were borne, without a sigh,

For one remembered evning

To blossom, and to die.

They were gathered for a bridal,
And fastened in a wreath;

But purer were the roses

Than the heart that lay beneath;

Yet the beaming eye was lovely,
And the coral lip was fair,

And the gazer looked and asked not
For the secret hidden there.

They were gathered for a bridal,
Where a thousand torches glistened,
When the holy word was spoken,

And the false and faithless listened,
And answered to the vow

Which'another heart had taken :
Yet he was present then-

The once loved, the forsaken!

They were gathered for a bridal,
And now, now they are dying,
And young Love at the altar
Of broken faith is sighing.
Their summer life was stainless,

And not like hers who wore them:
They are faded, and the farewell
Of Beauty lingers o'er them!

SONG.

BELIEVE not the slander, my dearest KATRINE!
For the ice of the world hath not frozen my heart;
In my innermost spirit there still is a shrine

Where thou art remember'd, all pure as thou art:
The dark tide of years, as it bears us along,

Though it sweep away hope in its turbulent flow, Cannot drown the low voice of Love's eloquent song, Nor chill with its waters my faith's early glow.

True, the world hath its snares, and the soul may grow faint
In its strife with the follies and falsehoods of earth;

And amidst the dark whirl of corruption, a taint
May poison the thoughts that are purest at birth.
Temptations and trials, without and within,

From the pathway of virtue the spirit may lure;
But the soul shall grow strong in its triumph o'er sin,
And the heart shall preserve its integrity pure.

The finger of Love on my innermost heart,

Wrote thy name, O adored! when my feelings were young; And the record shall 'bide till my soul shall depart, And the darkness of death o'er my being be flung. Then believe not the slander that says I forget,

In the whirl of excitement, the love that was thine, Thou wert dear in my boyhood, art dear to me yet; For my sunlight of life is the smile of KATRINE!

MY OWN DEAR SOMEBODY.

WERE I obliged to beg my bread,
And had not where to lay my head,
I'd creep where yonder herds are fed,
And steal a look at Somebody,
My own dear Somebody,
My constant Somebody;

I'd creep where yonder herds are fed,
And steal a look at Somebody.

When I'm laid low, and am at rest,
And may be number'd with the blest,
O may the heartless, feeling breast,
Throb with regard for Somebody;
Your own dear Somebody,
Your constant Somebody;
Ah! will you drop one pitying tear,
And sigh for the lost Somebody;

But should I ever live to see
That form, so much ador'd by me,
Then thou'lt reward my constancy,
And I'll be blest with Somebody;
'My own dear Somebody,
My constant Somebody;

Then shall my tears be dried by thee,
And I'll be blest with Somebody.

REUNION.

NAY, pause not yet! another strain-
A strain to bid the spirit start —
Glad songs for those who meet again,

And blend together heart with heart!