The gloom that winter cast
How soon the heart forgets,
When Summer brings, at last,
Her sun that never sets!
So dawn'd my love for you;
So, fix'd through joy and pain,
Than summer sun more true,
"Twill never set again.

LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.

YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sunbeam play'd;

"Why thus in darkness lie," whisper'd young Love;

"Thou, whose gay hours in sunshine should move?"

"I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun, "So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one."

Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, And placed her where Heav'n's beam warmly play'd.

There she reclin'd, beneath Love's gazing eye, While, mark'd all with sunshine, her hours flew by. "Oh, how," said the Dial, "can any fair maid,

That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade?"

But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er,
And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no more.
Alone and neglected, while bleak rain and winds
Are storming around her, with sorrow she finds
That Love had but number'd a few sunny hours,
Then left the remainder to darkness and showers!

LOVE AND TIME.

'Tis said- but whether true or not
Let bards declare who've seen 'em-
That Love and Time have only got
One pair of wings between 'em.
In courtship's first delicious hour,
The boy full oft can spare 'em ;
So, loit'ring in his lady's bower,
He lets the grey-beard wear 'em.
Then is Time's hour of play;
Oh, how he flies, flies away!

But short the moments, short as bright,
When he the wings ean borrow;

If Time to-day has had his flight,
Love takes his turn to-morrow.

Ah! Time and Love, your change is then
The saddest and most trying,
When one begins to limp again,
And t'other takes to flying.

Then is Love's hour to stray;

Oh, how he flies, flies away!

But there's a nymph, whose chains I feel,
And bless the silken fetter,
Who knows, the dear one, how to deal
With Love and Time much better.
So well she checks their wanderings,
So peacefully she pairs 'em,

That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings,
And Time for ever wears 'em.

This is Time's Holiday;
Oh, how he flies, flies away!

LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD.

PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us--
Youth may wither, but feeling will last;
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us,
Love's light summer-cloud only shall cast.
Oh, if to love thee more
Each hour I number o'er,
If this a passion be
Worthy of thee,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.

Charms may wither, but feeling shall last : All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee,
Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal;
Beam, bright eyelid, no weeping shall stain thee,
Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel.

Oh, if there be a charm
In love, to banish harm
If pleasure's truest spell
Be to love well,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.

Charms may wither, but feeling shall last : All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

LOVE WAND'RING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE.

LOVE, wand'ring through the golden maze
Of my beloved's hair,

Trac'd every lock with fond delays,
And, doting, linger'd there.

Oh, take thou this young rose, and let her life be Prolong'd by the breath she will borrow from thee; For, while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill, She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her still.

WHEN MIDST THE GAY I MEET.

WHEN midst the gay I meet

That gentle smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most sweet, I scarce can call it mine: But when to me alone

Your secret tears you show, Oh, then I feel those tears my own, And claim them while they flow. Then still with bright looks bless The gay, the cold, the free; Give smiles to those who love you less, But keep your tears for me.

The snow on Jura's steep

Can smile in many a beam,
Yet still in chains of coldness sleep,
How bright soe'er it seem.
But, when some deep-felt ray,

Whose touch is fire, appears,
Oh, then the smile is warm'd away
And, melting, turns to tears.
Then still with bright looks bless
The gay, the cold, the free;

Give smiles to those who love you less,
But keep your tears for me

WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS.

WHEN twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,

I watch the star, whose beam so oft
Has lighted me to thee, love.
And thou, too, on that orb so dear
Dost often gaze at even,
And think, though lost for ever here,
Thou'lt yet be mine in heaven.

There's not a garden walk I tread,
There's not a flow'r I see, love,

But brings to mind some hope that's fled,
Some joy that's gone with thee, love.
And still I wish that hour was near,
When, friends and foes forgiven,

The pains, the ills we've wept through here,
May turn to smiles in heaven.

YOUNG JESSICA.

YOUNG Jessica sat all the day,
With heart o'er idle love-thoughts pining;
Her needle bright beside her lay,

So active once!. -now idly shining.
Ah, Jessy, 'tis in idle hearts

That love and mischief are most nimble; The safest shield against the darts Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble.

The child, who with a magnet plays,
Well knowing all its arts, so wily,
The tempter near a needle lays,

And laughing says, “We'll steal it slily.” The needle, having nought to do,

Is pleas'd to let the magnet wheedle; Till closer, closer come the two, And-off, at length, elopes the needle.

Now, had this needle turn'd its eye

To some gay reticule's construction, It ne'er had stray'd from duty's tie,

Nor felt the magnet's sly seduction. Thus, girls, would you keep quiet hearts, Your snowy fingers must be nimble; The safest shield against the darts Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble.

HOW HAPPY, ONCE

How happy, once, though wing'd with sighs,
My moments flew along,

While looking on those smiling eyes,
And list'ning to thy magic song!
But vanish'd now, like summer dreams,
Those moments smile no more;
For me that eye no longer beams,
That song for me is o'er.

Mine the cold brow,

That speaks thy alter'd vow,
While others feel thy sunshine now.

Oh, could I change my love like thee,
One hope might yet be mine -
Some other eyes as bright to see,

And hear a voice as sweet as thine:
But never, never can this heart

Be wak'd to life again;
With thee it lost its vital part,
And wither'd then!
Cold its pulse lies,

And mute are ev'n its sighs,

All other grief it now defies.

I LOVE BUT THEE.

Ir, after all, you still will doubt and fear me,
And think this heart to other loves will stray,
If I must swear, then, lovely doubter, hear me;
By ev'ry dream I have when thou'rt away,
By ev'ry throb I feel when thou art near me,
I love but thee - I love but thee!

By those dark eyes, where light is ever playing, Where Love, in depth of shadow, holds his throne,

And by those lips, which give whate'er thou'rt saying,

Or grave or gay, a music of its own,
A music far beyond all minstrel's playing,
I love but thee!

I love but thee

By that fair brow, where Innocence reposes,
As pure as moonlight sleeping upon snow,
And by that cheek, whose fleeting blush discloses
A hue too bright to bless this world below,
And only fit to dwell on Eden's roses,
I love but thee - I love but thee!

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 thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow,

Let Love light it up with his smile!

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.