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ON SEEING THE DEAD BODY OF A YOUNG LADY.
If I had thought thou could'st have died,
I might not weep for thee;
That thou could'st mortal be:
The time would e'er be o'er,
And thou should'st smile no more!
And still upon that face I look,
And think 'twill smile again;
That I must look in vain!
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;
Sweet Mary! thou art dead! i
If thou would'st stay, e'en as thou art,
All cold, and all serene—
And where thy smiles have been!
Thou seemest still mine own; But there I lay thee in thy grave—
And I am now alone I
. . .: IV.
I do not think, where'er thou art,
Thou hast forgotten me;
In thinking too of thee:
Of light ne'er seen before,
And never can restore!
Rev. C. Wolfe.
THE MINSTREL BOY.
The Minstrel boy to the war is. gone,
His father's sword he has girded on,
The minstrel fell—but the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp, he loved, ne'er spake again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said—' No chain shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery;
Thy songs *were made for the pure and free,
They never shall sound in slavery!'
TO A YOUNG LADY ON HER RETURN
They who have marked the blooming rose
And spite of tenderness disclose,
Until the anxious eye might view,
Alone the lily's sickly hue, .
Yes! they have felt as we for you.
But oh! how few the joys have known,
How fruitless all thy parents' care!
How vain to breathe the ocean air!
If He who rules the earth and seas,
Nor blessed the care, nor winged the breeze.
'Tis the Physician, heavenly, true,
Whose balms have done so much for you.
Sweet friend! oh ! may thy lengthened days
Be all devoted to His praise:
May every hour in mercy given
But fit thee more for Him and heaven!
Anon. NIGHT SONG.
Friendship! I thought thee once a pleasing thing;
Against affliction's melting beams.
When youth allured me, from my mother's knee,
Smoothly we enter life's delusive maze,
But heavenly care, that did my good intend,
Removing worldly prospects—substance—friendAnd gave itself in change for earthly toys.