POWER OF LOVE.

ONE after one the joys of youth

Had died away,

And visions of unfading truth,
As false as they;

There came a dark and dreary chill,
More sad than grief;

The very pang that made me feel
Had seem'd relief.

I saw thee smile; the icy chain
Began to melt; -

I heard thee speak; and once again
I lived, I felt!

Thy gentle care once more for me
Hope's garland wove;

And all my soul's dark apathy,
Touch'd by thy love,

Grew rapture-as the languid mist

Of sullen hue,

By morning's summer radiant kiss'd,
Melts in bright dew.

And thou hast given me light and life,
Fond hopes, sweet fears;

The varying passions the pleasing strife,
And smiles and tears.

HEART QUESTIONINGS.

WHEN Life's false oracles, no more replying
To baffled hope, shall mock my weary quest,
When in the grave's cold shadow calmly lying,
This heart at last has found its earthly rest,
How will ye think of me?

Oh, gentle friends, how will ye think of me?

Perhaps the wayside flowers around ye springing, Wasting, unmarked, their fragrance and their bloom, Or some fresh fountain, through the forest singing, Unheard, unheeded, may recall my doom:

Will ye thus think of me?

"O, Father, draw to Thee

My lost affections back!-the dreami Clear from the mist-sustain the hear' Give the worn soul once more its pinions

"I must love on, O God;

This bosom must love on! but let Thy Touch and make pure the hour that kr Bearing it up to Heaven, Love's own ab..

BRIDAL GREETING

OCEAN and land the globe divide;
Summer and winter share the ye
Darkness and light walk side by sid
And earth and heaven are always
Though each be good and fair alone

And glorious in its time and place.
In all, when fitly pair'd, is shown
More of their Maker's power and

Then may the union of young hea
So early and so well begun,
Like sea and shore, in all their par
Appear as twain, but be as one.

Be it like summer-may they find
Bliss, beauty, hope, where'er the
Be it like winter-when confined,
Peace, comfort, happiness, at h

Like day and night, sweet intercl

Of care, enjoyment, action, res
Absence nor coldness e'er estrang
Hearts by unfailing love posses
Like earth's horizon be their scene
Of life, a rich and various ground
And, whether lowering or serene,
Heaven all about it and around.

When land and ocean, day and nig
When years and nature cease to

May their inheritance be light,
Their union one eternity!

May not the day-beam glancing o'er the ocean,
Picture my restless heart, which, like yon wave
Reflected doubly, in its wild commotion,

Each ray of light that pleasure's sunshine gave?
Will ye thus think of me?

Will ye bring back, by Memory's art, the gladness
That sent my fancies forth, like summer birds?
Or will ye list that undertone of sadness,
Whose music seldom shaped itself in words?
Will ye thus think of me?

Remember not how dreams, around me thronging,
Enticed me ever from life's lowly way,
But oh! still hearken to the deep soul-longing,
Whose mournful tones pervade the poet's lay;
Will ye thus think of me?

And then, forgetting every wayward feeling,
Bethink ye only that I loved ye well,

Till o'er your souls that "last remorse" is stealing,
Whose voiceless anguish only tears can tell.
Will ye thus think of me?

Oh, gentle friends! will ye thus think of me?

THE LOVE OF LATER YEARS.

THEY err who deem Love's brightest hour in blooming youth is known:

Its purest, tenderest, holiest power in after life is shown,
When passions chasten'd and subdued to riper years are given,
And earth and earthly things are view'd in light that breaks
from Heaven.

It is not in the flush of youth, or days of cloudless mirth,
We feel the tenderness and truth of Love's devoted worth;
Life then is like a tranquil stream which flows in sunshine bright,
And objects mirror'd in it seem to share its sparkling light.

"'Tis when the howling winds arise, and life is like the ocean, Whose mountain billows brave the skies, lash'd by the stormi's commotion,

When lightning cleaves the murky cloud, and thunderbolts astound us,

Tis when we feel our spirits bow'd by loneliness around us.

Oh! then, as to the seaman's sight the beacon's twinkling ray
Surpasses far the lustre bright of summer's cloudless day,
E'en such, to tried and wounded hearts in manhood's darker

years,

The gentle light true love imparts, 'mid sorrows, cares, and fears.

Its beams on minds of joy bereft their fresh'ning brightness

fling

And show that life has somewhat left to which their hopes may

cling;

It steals upon the sick at heart, the desolate in soul,

To bid their doubts and fears depart, and point a brighter goal.

If such be Love's triumphant power o'er spirits touch'd by time, Oh! who shall doubt its loveliest hour of happiness sublime? In youth, 'tis like the meteor's gleam which dazzles and sweeps by,

In after life, its splendours seem link'd with eternity!

THE IMAGE BROKEN.

'Twas but a dream, a fond and foolish dream-
The calenture of a delirious brain,
Whose fever-thirst creates the rushing stream.
Now to the actual I awake again;

The vision, to my gaze one moment granted,
Fades in its light away and leaves me disenchanted

The image that my glowing fancy wrought,
Now to the dust with ruthless hand I cast
Thus I renounce the worship that I sought;
Of my own idol the iconoclast.

The echo of Eureka! I have found!"

Falls back upon my heart a vain and empty sound.

Oh, disembodied being of my mind,

So wildly loved, so fervently adored!

In whom all high and glorious gifts I shrined,
And my heart's incense on the altar poured-
Now do I know that, clad in mortal guise,
Ne'er on this earth wilt thou upon my vision rise: