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TO MY WIFE.

Till that be done, (and I'd as soon
Believe this knise will clip the moon,)
Accept my present undeterred,
And leave their proverbs to the herd.

Rev. SAMUEL BISHOP.

TO THE SAME, WITH A RING.

Thee, Mary, with this ring I wed,"
So sixteen years ago I said
Behold another ring! “For what ?"
“To wed thee o’er again—why not ?"
With the first ring I married youth,
Grace, beauty, innocence, and truth:
Taste long admired, sense long revered ;
And all my Mary then appeared.
If she, by merit since disclosed,
Prove twice the woman I supposed,
I plead that double merit now,
To justify a double vow.

Here then to-day, (with faith as sure,
With ardor as intense and pure,
As when amidst the rites divine
I took thy troth and plighted mine,)
To thee, sweet wife, my second ring,
A token and a pledge I bring ;

то MY

WIFE.

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With this I wed, till death us part,
Thy riper virtues to my heart;
Those virtues, which, before untried,
The wife has added to the bride;
Those virtues, whose progressive claim,
Endearing wedlock's very name,
My soul enjoys, my song approves,
For conscience sake, as well as love's.

For why ?—They show me hour by hour Honor's high thought, affection's power, Discretion's deed, sound judgment's sentence; And teach me all things—but repentance.

Rev. S. BISHOP.

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I REMEMBER.

I REMEMBER.
I REMEMBER, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window, where the sun
Came peeping in, at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day;
But now,

I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away !

The roses,

I remember, I remember

red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups
Those flowers made of light;
The lilacs, where the robins built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum, on his birth-day,-
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air would rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
- My spirit flew in feathers, then,
That is so heavy now,
And the summer pool could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!

TO A FRIEND.

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I remember, I remember
The fir-trees, dark and high;
I used to think their slender spires
Were close against the sky!
It was a childish ignorance,-
But now 't is little joy
To know I'm further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy!

Hood.

TO A FRIEND.

'Tis o'er! but never from my heart

Shall time thine image blot;
The dreams of other days depart,

Thou shalt not be forgot.
And never in the suppliant's sigh

Poured forth to him who swayed the sky,
Shall mine own name be breathed on high,
And thine remembered not!

ANON.

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ARIADNE'S 'CROWN.

ARIADNE'S CROWN.

THERE 's a brilliant star in the northern sky,

With stars around beset;
Stately and fair they shine on high,

In form a coronet.
'Tis one of the first at early even

To shed its fair, faint light,
And one of the brightest through all the heaven,

At the mid-watch of the night.
Often when heart and hope have failed,

In scenes of strife and care,
I've watched it till its cresset pal'd

In the kindling morning air.
Full many a lesson true and deep

l've read by its steady light;
God grant me ever strength to keep

The path I know is right.
God grant me ever strength to move

Unswerving, in the right,
Steadfast like that bright star above,

Brightesi through darkest night.
God grant me grace to shed for all

What light is mine to give,
And, though my influence be small,
For others' weal to live.

ANON.

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