FOR THEE ALONE.

FOR thee alone I brave the boundless deep,
Those eyes my light through ev'ry distant sea;
My waking thoughts, the dream that gilds my sleep,
The noon-tide rev'rie, all are given to thee,
To thee alone, to thee alone.

Though future scenes present to Fancy's eye
Fair forms of light that crowd the distant air,
When nearer view'd, the fairy phantoms fly,
The crowds dissolve, and thou alone art there,
Thou, thou alone.

To win thy smile, I speed from shore to shore, While Hope's sweet voice is heard in every blast, Still whisp'ring on, that when some years are o'er, One bright reward shall crown my toil at last,

Thy smile alone, thy smile alone.

Oh place beside the transport of that hour

All earth can boast of fair, of rich, and bright, Wealth's radiant mines, the lofty thrones of power,— Then ask where first thy lover's choice would light?

On thee alone, on thee alone.

HER LAST WORDS, AT PARTING.

HER last words, at parting, how can I forget?
Deep treasured through life, in my heart they

shall stay;

Like music, whose charm in the soul lingers yet,

When its sounds from the ear have long melted

away.

Let Fortune assail me, her threat'nings are vain; Those still-breathing words shall my talisman be,"Remember, in absence, in sorrow, and pain, "There's one heart, unchanging, that beats but for thee."

From the desert's sweet well tho' the pilgrim must hie,

Never more of that fresh-springing fountain to

taste,

He hath still of its bright drops a treasured supply, Whose sweetness lends life to his lips through the

waste.

So, dark as my fate is still doom'd to remain, These words shall my well in the wilderness be,"Remember, in absence, in sorrow, and pain, "There's one heart, unchanging, that beats but for thee."

LET'S TAKE THIS WORLD AS SOME WIDE SCENE.

LET'S take this world as some wide scene,

Through which, in frail, but buoyant boat,
With skies now dark and now serene,
Together thou and I must float;
Beholding oft, on either shore,

Bright spots where we should love to stay; But Time plies swift his flying oar,

And away we speed, away, away.

Should chilling winds and rains come on,
We'll raise our awning 'gainst the show'r;

Sit closer till the storm is gone,

And, smiling, wait a sunnier hour. And if that sunnier hour should shine,

We'll know its brightness cannot stay, But happy, while 'tis thine and mine,

Complain not when it fades away.