She speeds as if with wings so fleet
No birds could e'er surpass them;
Yet none can ever spy her feet,

Though 'tis believed she has them!
She lends a spell to every scene,
Her step makes winter vernal;
A something half divine between
The earthly and eternal!

THE SECRET.

I WHISPERED it to the sunset cloud,

I begged it to tell my secret aloud;

But it blushed still deeper, and faded away,

Not one whit would it help me my secret to say.

I told the bright moon as she sailed through the sky, And waited full long for a soothing reply,

But she hid her face 'neath the passing cloud,

She would not tell me my secret aloud.

I told the sun as he rose from the east,
Shaking the dew from his foaming crest,
But no, not a word-he sped on his way,
Not one whit would he help me my secret to say.

I knew that thou lovedst the cloud and the moon,
And rejoiced in the sun, in its glory at noon;
I must e'en whisper the secret to thee,
"If thou lovest them, canst thou not love me?"

WILT THOU BE MINE?

WILT thou be mine? I love thee none the less
Because thou art a maid of humble birth :
The gems of which I deem thy heart possessed,
Are more than gold! I dearly prize their worth.
Be not reluctant, for thy crimsoned cheek

Tells me that I'm loved! thy heart is mine!
Heed not the frowns of those who daily seck
To change my love, for I am wholly thine.

Wilt thou be mine? we'll live and love together, We'll choose some rural spot for our sweet home, Far, far away from those who fain would sever

Our faithful hearts! we'll live and never roam; I sigh not for the honoured wreath of fame,

Freely, I yield up friends and wealth for thee, My heart is filled with love's true, constant flame, When thou art mine, all other cares will flee.

LOVE.

LOVE you for beauty? Then love not me;
The sun, golden-haired, is fairer to see.
Love you for youth? Then love not me;
The spring cometh yearly in youthful glee.
Love you for riches? Then love not me;
Love the bright pearls in the deep blue sea.
Love you for love? O then, love me;
Love me and evermore will I love thee.!

LINES TO H- M

Go mid the merry, happy band,
And seek thy chosen bride;
Go breathe to her the vows of love-
Go linger by her side:

I envy not her happy lot,

For couldst thou now restore

The thoughts, the wishes of the past,
I could not love thee more.

For dark deceit hath dwelt within
The recess of thy heart;

And on my heart with all its force,
Hath sent the venomed dart;
But ne'er canst thou deceive me more---
My soul hath broke the spell;
And calmly could I meet thee now,

And coldly say,.

farewell.

Go on in life's path happily

I do not wish to chide,

While another and a fairer one

Is sitting by thy side.:

And if, perchance, one silent thought
Doth linger in thy breast,

Of other times and other scenes,
Then think that I am blest.

REMEMBER ME.

WHEN other hands, my friend, shall twine
For thee a wreath to deck thy brow,
When other hearts before thy shrine
As willing captives, fondly bow,
And list their tales of love to thee,
E'en then wilt thou remember me?

And when thine eyes are kindly beaming, In all love's sweet and joyous light, When happiness around is teeming

With peaceful glories, pure and bright; As breaks its beauties over thee,

My friend, wilt thou remember me?

When each bright scene of life shall fade,

And dark and dreary seems thy way,

As sorrow's hand is on thee laid,

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And sundered in each earthly stay;

As clouds are hovering o'er thee,

My friend, wilt thou remember me?

LOVE AND COQUETRY.

O COULDST thou know the secret pain, Which stirs and stings the bleeding heart, And tender ties which burst in twain,

The maddening thoughts when lovers part; Go, watch the wild dissembling smile..

The rueful blush that lingers there,That painful mirth, that would beguile, Will be its own interpreter.

I ask not science to unfold

A truth which all who love must know; Each flirting dame the tale has told

Through years of self-consuming woe;

Who truly loves,-in cold disgust
Will turn from a false woman's wiles,
And pay with silence what is just,
Regardless of her sighs and smiles.

For sighs and smiles may be in vain
The injured heart will ever feel
The wrongs which must recur again

E'en through love's sighs such thoughts will steal, Envenomed with the deadly sting,

Which pains and tortures, yet still nurst,

Till life is poisoned at its spring,

Its fountain stagnant, blighted, curst..

O coquetry! couldst thou but see
The blight which follows in thy train;
The giddy laugh and wanton glee

Would never search a lover's brain;
Nor cause that happy thought to rove,
Battling with visions, wild and strange,

Till tempted, baffled, slighted love,
Dies in despair, or seeks revenge.

The reckless libertine may boast
Of virtue prostrate at his will;
And those which truth and love had lost,
Becoming subject to his skill..
And woman, deluded woman has,,
The proof of ages, and with all

Will laugh at truth, and yield to those
Who mock and scoff at virtue's fall.

The thought is sickening, and must close;
Let dull oblivion be the lot

Of such, for ever to repose

In silence, to all save scorn forgot;:

Let unassuming virtue claim

The praise which honour waits to prove;

And let a pure, unspotted name

Be all that honour dares to love..

I'VE NOT FORGOTTEN HIM.

You say that I've forgotten him,
Since he's gone far away,

And dost thou think a love like mine
Will ever know decay?

His face I never more shall see,

His voice may never hear;

In thought, his smile beams on me still— Those love tones fill my ear.

Last time we met, a small plain ring
He placed upon my hand,
To keep him still in memory,

When in a distant land.
No gift was needed to remind
Of one I loved so well;
His image on my heart is traced,
Deeper than words can tell.

'Tis said that love too easy won,
Is lightly cast aside;

O, why did I so quickly yield
To be his promised bride?
But 'twas because I loved him--
He vowed he loved but me;
I never deemed my idol one
Could a deceiver be.

'Twas true, I seem as careless now,
As ere I saw his face :

And in this calm, cold countenance,
No one can sorrow trace.
Yet still my heart is breaking now
Beneath its weight of woe;

But that it is for love of him,
He must not, shall not know.

But I would wish him happiness,
Though fickle he may be;
Ne'er may he feel the bitter sting,
.Which he has left to me.

Though false to me, may he prove true
To the one he calls his own,

And learn before it be too late,
To love not wealth alone.