WHEN ABROAD IN THE WORLD. WHEN abroad in the world thou appearest, And the young and the lovely are there, To my heart while of all thou 'rt the dearest,

To my eyes thou 'rt of all the most fair.
They pass, one by one,

Like waves of the sea,
That say to the Sun,

"See, how fair we can be."
But where's the light like thine,
In sun or shade to shine?

No no, 'mong them all, there is nothing like thee, Nothing like thee.

Oft, of old, without farewell or warning, Beauty's self used to steal from the skies;

Fling a mist round her head, some fine morning,

And post down to earth in disguise;
But, no matter what shroud

Around her might be,
Men peeped through the cloud,
And whispered, ""T is She."
So thou, where thousands are,
Shinest forth the only star,
Yes, yes, 'mong them all, there is noth-
ing like thee,
Nothing like thee.

KEEP THOSE EYES STILL PURELY

MINE.

KEEP those eyes still purely mine, Tho' far off I be:

When on others most they shine,
Then think they 're turned on me.
Should those lips as now respond
To sweet minstrelsy,

When their accents seem most fond,
Then think they 're breathed for

me.

Make what hearts thou wilt thy own,
If when all on thee

Fix their charmed thoughts alone,
Thou think'st the while on me.

HOPE COMES AGAIN. HOPE comes again, to this heart long a stranger,

Once more she sings me her flattering strain;

But hush, gentle syren — for, ah, there 's less danger

In still suffering on, than in hoping again.

Long, long, in sorrow, too deep for repining,

Gloomy, but tranquil, this bosom hath

lain;

And joy coming now, like a sudden light shining

O'er eyelids long darkened, would bring me but pain.

Fly then, ye visions, that Hope would shed o'er me;

Lost to the future, my sole chance of

rest

Now lies not in dreaming of bliss that 's before me,

But, ah-in forgetting how once I was blest.

O SAY, THOU BEST AND
BRIGHTEST.

O SAY, thou best and brightest,
My first love and my last,
When he, whom now thou slightest,
From life's dark scene hath past,
Will kinder thoughts then move thee?
Will pity wake one thrill

For him who lived to love thee,

And dying loved thee still?

WHEN NIGHT BRINGS THE
HOUR.

WHEN night brings the hour
Of starlight and joy,

There comes to my bower
A fairy-winged boy;

With eyes so bright,

So full of wild arts,
Like nets of light,

To tangle young hearts;
With lips, in whose keeping
Love's secret may dwell,
Like Zephyr asleep in
Some rosy sea-shell.
Guess who he is,

Name but his name,
And his best kiss

For reward you may claim.

Where'er o'er the ground

He prints his light feet, The flowers there are found Most shining and sweet: His looks, as soft

As lightning in May, Tho' dangerous oft,

Ne'er wound but in play: And oh, when his wings

Have brushed o'er my lyre, You 'd fancy its strings Were turning to fire. Guess who he is,

Name but his name,

And his best kiss

For reward you may claim.

LIKE ONE WHO, DOOMED.

LIKE one who, doomed o'er distant

seas

His weary path to measure,

When home at length, with favoring breeze,

He brings the far-sought treasure;

His ship, in sight of shore, goes down,
That shore to which he hasted;
And all the wealth he thought his own
Is o'er the waters wasted!

Like him, this heart, thro' many a track
Of toil and sorrow straying;
One hope alone brought fondly back,
Its toil and grief repaying.

Like him, alas, I see that ray
Of hope before me perish,
And one dark minute sweep away
What years were given to cherish.

FEAR NOT THAT, WHILE
AROUND THEE.

FEAR not that, while around thee
Life's varied blessings pour,
One sigh of hers shall wound thee,
Whose smile thou seek'st no more.
No, dead and cold for ever

Let our past love remain;
Once gone, its spirit never

Shall haunt thy rest again.

May the new ties that bind thee Far sweeter, happier prove, Nor e'er of me remind thee,

But by their truth and love. Think how, asleep or waking, Thy image haunts me yet; But, how this heart is breaking For thy own peace forget.

WHEN LOVE IS KIND.

WHEN Love is kind,

Cheerful and free,
Love 's sure to find
Welcome from me.

But when Love brings Heartache or pang, Tears, and such thingsLove may go hang !

If Love can sigh For one alone, Well pleased am I To be that one,