LET JOY ALONE BE REMEMBER'D NOW.

LET thy joys alone be remember'd now,

Let thy sorrows go sleep awhile;

Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow,
Let Love light it up with his smile.
For thus to meet, and thus to find,

That Time, whose touch can chill
Each flower of form, each grace of mind,
Hath left thee blooming still,-
Oh, joy alone should be thought of now,
Let our sorrows go sleep awhile;

Or, should thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow,
Let Love light it up with his smile.

When the flowers of life's sweet garden fade, If but one bright leaf remain,

Of the many that once its glory made,

It is not for us to complain.

But thus to meet and thus to wake

In all Love's early bliss;

Oh, Time all other gifts may take,

So he but leaves us this!

Then let joy alone be remember'd now,

Let our sorrows go sleep awhile;

Or if thoughts dark cloud come o'er thy brow, Let Love light it up with his smile!

LOVE THEE, DEAREST? LOVE THEE?

LOVE thee, dearest ? love thee?
Yes, by yonder star I swear,
Which through tears above thee
Shines so sadly fair;

Though often dim,

With tears, like him,

Like him my truth will shine,

And-love thee, dearest? love thee?

Yes, till death I'm thine.

Leave thee, dearest? leave thee? No, that star is not more true; When my vows deceive thee,

He will wander too.

A cloud of night

May veil his light,

And death shall darken mine

But leave thee, dearest ? leave thee?

No, till death I'm thine.

MY HEART AND LUTE.

I GIVE thee all-I can no more-
Though poor the off ring be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.
A lute whose gentle song reveals

The soul of love full well; And, better far, a heart that feels

Much more than lute could tell.

Though love and song may fail, alas!
To keep life's clouds away,
At least 'twill make them lighter pass

Or gild them if they stay.
And ev'n if Care, at moments, flings

A discord o'er life's happy strain, Let love but gently touch the strings, "Twill all be sweet again!

PEACE, PEACE TO HIM THAT'S GONE!

WHEN I am dead

Then lay my head

In some lone, distant dell,
Where voices ne'er
Shall stir the air,
Or break its silent spell.

If any sound

Be heard around,
Let the sweet bird alone,
That weeps in song

Sing all night long,

"Peace, peace, to him that's gone!"

Yet, oh, were mine

One sigh of thine,

One pitying word from thee,

Like gleams of heav'n,

To sinners giv'n,

Would be that word to me.

Howe'er unblest,

My shade would rest

While list'ning to that tone;

Enough 'twould be

To hear from thee,

"Peace, peace, to him that's gone!"

But now,-away with dreaming!
Till darker hours 'twill keep;
While such a moon is beaming,
'Tis wrong tow'rds Heav'n to sleep.

THE BOY OF THE ALPS.'

LIGHTLY, Alpine rover,
Tread the mountains over;
Rude is the path thou'st yet to go;
Snow cliffs hanging o'er thee,
Fields of ice before thee,

While the hid torrent moans below.
Hark, the deep thunder,

Through the vales yonder !

'Tis the huge av'lanche downward cast; From rock to rock

Rebounds the shock.

But courage, boy! the danger's past.

Onward, youthful rover,

Tread the glacier over,

Safe shalt thou reach thy home at last.

On, ere light forsake thee,

Soon will dusk o'ertake thee:
O'er yon ice-bridge lies thy way!

Now, for the risk prepare thee;
Safe it yet may bear thee,

Though 'twill melt in morning's ray.

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 treasur'd 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 treasur'd 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."