THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE. How sweet at close of silent eve, The harp's responsive sound, How sweet the vows that ne'er deceive, In some delightful grove, But ah! more soft, more sweet to me, Whene'er she joins the village train, Content and blest whene'er I hear The voice of her I love. THERE'S A LIGHT IN HER LAUGHING EYE. THERE'S a light in her laughing eye, A sparkling beam from the mind within; As the lightning's flash in the sky, 'Tis a gleam from the world that knows no sin. There's a charm in her gracious smile, A charm that drives each doubt away: As the dawn to some favour'd isle, Is the dawn of hope to some glorious day. O, there's a charm in her gentle sigh, As the murmuring breeze in its melody, 'Tis a whisper we catch from the blest above! SONG. FAREWELL! thou hast broken the chain, Yet deep in my spirit the pain May linger, till life has decayed. I loved thee-how fervently, none 'Tis over and none can restore The beautiful dreams that are past; And now I can only deplore That they were too brilliant to last. One word, and but one must be said; Thou wilt weep when thou hearest, Farewell! KINDRED HEARTS. Он! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below; Few are the hearts whence one same touch, Bids the same fountain flow; Few, and by still conflicting powers, Forbidden here to meet, Such ties would make this life of ours It may be that thy brother's eye A rapture o'er thy soul can bring, The tune that speaks of other times- The melody of distant chimes; The sound of waves by night: The wind that with so many a tone These may have language all thine own, Yet scorn not thou for this the true The kindly, that from childhood grew, If there be one that o'er the dead And watched through sickness by thy bed, But for these bonds all perfect made, Like sister flowers of one sweet shade, Oh! lay thy lovely dreams aside, SONNET. BE earnest!-why shouldst thou for custom's sake, For kindred souls, when thou art called to be Who know their manhood, should be held in scorn! MARRIAGE HYMN. NOT for the summer hour alone, And youth and pleasure fill the throne, But for those stern and winter days When Heaven's wise discipline doth make Nor for this span of life alone, Which like a blast doth fly, But for a being without end, This vow of love we take; Grant us, O God! one home at last, 66. THE PRIDE OF THE VALLEY. -they are of the sky, And from our earthly memory fade away." HER cheek was pure and pale as snow, That falling o'er the marble brow Sadness was in her mournful eye, Her's was a quick inspiring glance, Like the fixed gaze, from which in trance, There was a gentleness withal She walked amid the youthful ring, And all were gay and glad; She touched her harp's most plaintive string, And all were mute and sad. But fever came to lip and cheek, Dim grew her radiant eye, And thus she faded from their sight That slowly falls beneath the blight They made her grave within the ground And often visited the mound To strew fresh flowers and weep. The stone that tells her simple tale But her memory in her own loved vale SONG. OH, stay with me, bright one, I cried, We'll wander this wild stream beside, We'll stray adown the greenwood glade, Where sweetly spreads the shifting shade, We'll gently tread yon grassy green We'll rest us on yon mossy banks, We'll gain the grove where blithe abound And thrilling thoughts shall throng around, Of Nature's minstrelsy! L |