May sit undimmed! a gladness rest his own, Faintly remembered, and too swiftly flown! So let him walk with Thee, And when Thou callest him from his mortal place With lamp clear burning, and unlingering heart, Mature to meet in heaven His Savior's face! LOVE IMMORTAL. BEATTIE. Shall I be left abandoned in the dust, When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive? With disappointment, penury and pain? No; Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive, Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign. Curved is the line of Beauty, Strait is the line of Duty, Walk by the last and thou wilt see FRIENDLY LOVE. CHAUCER. Love of friendship also there is Of will yknit betwixten two, That will not break for wele ne woe; 1 Contune--continue. 2 Commance-companionship. 3 Charity6 T-pipe Where there is no suspection Betwixten them whom they would prove, That true and perfect were in love; For no man may be amiable But if he be 1 so firm and stable 2 That fortune change him not, nor blind, 3 A good man burneth in his thought And hath assayed him at all, And found him steadfast as a wall, And of his friendship be certain He shall him show-both joy and pain, 1 But if he be--unless he be. 2 Any gate-any mode or means. 3 Prayer, en'reaty. 4 I-vis certainly. 5 Demean-complain of. 6 Disease, vexation. 7 Warned, refused. And all that he dare think or say, Of such a one as I told thee? For when he not his secret thought, The third shall know thereof right nought; In every counsel and secre: For every wise man out of drede And foole's cannot hold their tongue; A foole's bell is soon yrung; Yet shall a true friend doen more To help his fellow of his sore, And succour him when he hath need In all that he may do indeed, And gladden that he him pleaseth If both the hearte's love hath fired If love willen departed be. 3 1 Him molest, he will as much distress himself. 2 Volonte, will, desire. 3 Depart, divide. LOVE PREFERRED TO FAME. TUCKERMAN. A loving eye beguiles me more Than fame's emblazoned seal, And one sweet note of tenderness Than triumph's wildest peal. Give me the boon of love! The path of fame is drear, One wild-flower from the path of love, Is dearer than the wreath that waves To stern ambition's eye. Give me the boon of love! The lamp of fame shines far, But love's soft light glows near and warm— A pure and household star. One tender glance can fill the soul With a perennial fire; But glory's flame burns fitfully- Give me the boon of love! Fame's trumpet-strains depart ; But love's sweet lute breathes melody And the scroll of fame will burn But the rose of love in a happier sphere, |