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.

OH, CALL IT BY SOME BETTER NAME

Он, call it by some better name,
For Friendship sounds too cold,
While Love is now a worldly flame,
Whose shrine must be of gold;
And Passion, like the sun at noon,
That burns o'er all he sees,
Awhile as warm, will set as soon-
Then, call it none of these.

Imagine something purer far,

More free from stain of clay

Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are,

Yet human still as they:

And if thy lip, for love like this,

No mortal word can frame,

Go, ask of angels what it is,

And call it by that name!

茶

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 stili-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

60, 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."

ONE DEAR SMILE.

COULDST thou look as dear as when
First I sigh'd for thee;
Couldst thou make me feel again
Every wish I breath'd thee then,

Oh, how blissful life would be!
Hopes, that now beguiling leave me,
Joys, that lie in slumber cold-

All would wake, couldst thou but give me
One dear smile like those of old.

No-there's nothing left us now,
But to mourn the past;
Vain was every ardent vow-
Never yet did heaven allow

Love so warm, so wild, to last.
Not even hope could now deceive me-
Life itself looks dark and cold:
Oh, thou never more canst give me
One dear smile like those of old.

THOU BIDST ME SING.

THOU bidst me sing the lay I sung to thee
In other days, ere joy had left this brow;
But think, though still unchang'd the notes may be,
How diff'rent feels the heart that breathes them now!

The rose thou wear'st to-night is still the same
We saw this morning on its stem so gay;
But, ah! that dew of dawn, that breath which came
Like life o'er all its leaves, hath pass'd away.

Since first that music touch'd thy heart and mine, How many a joy and pain o'er both have past,— The joy, a light too precious long to shine,

The pain, a cloud whose shadows always last. And though that lay would like the voice of home Breathe o'er our ear, 'twould waken now a sighAh! not, as then, for fancied woes to come. But, sadder far, for real bliss gone by.

LUSITANIAN WAR-SONG.

THE song of war shall echo through our mountains, Till not one hateful link remains

Of slavery's lingering chains;

Till not one tyrant tread our plains,

Nor traitor lip pollute our fountains.
No! never till that glorious day
Shall Lusitania's sons be gay,

Or hear, oh Peace, thy welcome lay
Resounding through her sunny mountains.

The song of war shall echo through our mountains,
Till Victory's self shall, smiling, say,
"Your cloud of foes hath pass'd away,
And Freedom comes, with new-born ray,
To gild your vines and light your fountains."
Oh, never till that glorious day

Shall Lusitania's sons be gay,

Or hear, sweet Peace, thy welcome lay Resounding through her sunny mountains.

That ne'er while I live from my mem'ry shall fade

The song, or the look, of that young Indian maid.