THE YOUNG ROSE. THE young rose I give thee, so dewy and bright, Was the flow'ret most dear to the sweet bird of night, Who oft, by the moon, o'er her blushes hath hung, And thrill'd every leaf with the wild lay he sung. Oh, take thou this young rose, and let her life be Prolong'd by the breath she will borrow from thee; For, while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill, She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her still. WHEN 'MIDST THE GAY I MEET. WHEN 'midst the gay I meet That gentle smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most sweet, I scarce can call it mine: But when to me alone Your secret tears you show, Oh, then I feel those tears my own, Then still with bright looks bless Give smiles to those who love you less, The snow on Jura's steep Can smile in many a beam, Yet stili in chains of coldness sleep, But, when some deep-felt ray, Oh, then the smile is warm'd away, WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS. WHEN twilight dews are falling soft I watch the star, whose beam so oft And thou too, on that orb so dear, And think, though lost for ever here, There's not a garden walk I tread, But brings to mind some hope that's fled, When, friends and foes forgiven, The pains, the ills we've wept through here, May turn to smiles in heaven. YOUNG JESSICA. YOUNG Jessica sat all the day, With heart o'er idle love-thoughts pining; Her needle bright beside her lay, So active once !-now idly shining. Ah, Jessy, 'tis in idle hearts That love and mischief are most nimble; The safest shield against the darts Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble. The child, who with a magnet plays, The tempter near a needle lays, And laughing says, "We'll steal it slily." The needle, having nought to do, Is pleased to let the magnet wheedle; Till closer, closer come the two, And-off, at length, elopes the needle. |