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O HEMI.ock-treel O hemlock-tree! how faithful are thy branches! Green not alone in summer-time, But in the winter's frost and rime ! () hemlock-treel O hemlock-treel how faithful are thy branches
O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom 1 To love me in prosperity, And leave me in adversity I O maiden fair! O maiden fairl how faithless is thy bosom.
The nightingale, the nightingale, thou takest for thine example: So long as summer laughs she sings, But in the autumn spreads her wings. The nightingale, the nightingale, thou takest for thige example.
The meadow-brook, the meadow-brook, is mirror of th falsehood l t flows so long as falls the rain, In drought its springs soon dry again. The meadow-brook, the meadow-brook, is mirror of thy falsehood
ANNIE OF THARAw.
ANNE of Tharaw, my true love of old,
Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again
Annie of Tharaw, my riches, my good,
Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come
* Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain, Shall be to our true love as links to the chain.
As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall, The more the hail beats, and the more the rains fall—
So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong, Through crosses, through sorrows, through manifold wrong.
Shouldst thou be torm from me, to wander alone
Through forests I'll follow, and where the sea flows, Through ice, and through iron, through armies of foes.
Annie of Tharaw, my light and my sun,
Whate'er I have bidden thee, thou hast obeyed,
How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth, and one hand P
Some seek for dissension, and trouble, and strife, Like a dog aud a cat live such man, and wife.
Annie of Tharaw, such is not our love ;
Whate'er my desire is, in thine may be seen;
It is this, O my Annie, my heart's sweetest rest, That makes of us twain but one soul in one breast.
This turns to heaven the hut where we dwell, While wrangling soon changes a home to a hell.
THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.
THE sea hath its pearls,
But my heart, my heart,
Great are the sea and the heaven ;
And fairer than pearls and stars
Thou, little youthful maiden,
My heart, and the sea, and the heaven,
FixoM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDIrxCH Vos LOGAU. SEVENTEENTH CENTuRY.
WHEREUNTo is money good?
THE BEST MEDICINES.
Joy, and Temperance, and Repose,
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
POWERTY AND BLINDNESS.
A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is, For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man SeeS.
LAW OF life.
Live I, so live I,
Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and doctrines three - -
Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Chris tianity may be.
THE RESTLESS HEART.
A millstone and the human heart are driven ever
- round ;
If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground.
Whilom Love was like a fire, and warmth and comfort it bespoke ;
But, alas! it now is quenched, and only bites us, like the smoke.
ART AND TACT.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
When by night the frogs are croaking, kindle but a torch's fire,
IIa how soon they all are silent! Thus Truth silences the liar.
If perhaps these rhymes of mine sound not well in strangers' ears, They have only to bethink them that it happens so with theirs; For so long as words, like mortals, call a fatherland their own, They will be most highly valued where they are best and longest known.