And now I see, with eye serene, WORDSWORTH. Love Never Fades. COME-let us go to the land Where the violets grow! Let's go thither, hand in hand, Over the waters, over the snow, To the land where the sweet, sweet violets blow. There-in the beautiful South, Where the sweet flowers lie, Thou shalt sing, with thy sweeter mouth, Under the light of the evening sky, That Love never fades, though violets die! PROCTOR. There's Rest in Heaven. SHOULD SORROW o'er thy brow If ever life should seem O'er shoreless ocean driven, There's rest for thee in Heaven. But O, if thornless flowers Throughout thy pathway bloom, And gayly fleet the hours, Unstained by earthly glocm; Still let not every thought Nor always be forgot Thy better rest in Heaven. J. H. BRIGHT. Fear for Thee. Он, much I fear thy guileless heart, I tremble for that winning smile, Oh! when the breath of flattery May no dream of tenderness arise To a White Chrysanthemum. FAIR gift of Friendship, and her ever bright And faultless image! welcome now thou art, In thy pure loveliness, thy robes of white, Speaking a moral to the feeling heart; Unscathed by heats,-by wintry blasts unmoved, Thy strength thus tested, and thy charm improved. Emblem of innocence, which fearless braves Life's dreariest scenes, its rudest storm derides, And floats as calmly on o'er troubled waves, Symbol of hope, still banishing the gloom Thou cheer'st the fancy by thy steady bloom, With thoughts of Summer and the fertile plain, Calling a thousand visions into play, Of beauty redolent, and bright as May. Type of a true and holy love; the same Through every scene that clouds life's varied page; Mid grief-mid gladness-spell of every dream, Tender in youth-and strong in feeble age!— The peerless picture of a modest wife, Thou bloom'st the fairest mid the frost of life. MRS. A. P. DINNIES. Beauty. BEAUTY, my Lord!-'tis the worst part of woman! A weak, poor thing, assaulted every hour GOFF. |