WHEN I BEHOLD.

WHEN I behold that lowering brow Which indicates the mind within, I marvel much that woman's vow

A man like that could ever win.

Yet, it is said, in rustic bower,

(The fable I have often heard,) A serpent has mysterious power To captivate a timid bird.

This moral then I sadly trace,
That love's a fluttering thing of air:
And yonder stands the viper base,

Who would my gentle bird ensnare.
"Twas in the shades of Eden's bower,
This fascination had its birth,
And even there possessed the power

To lure the paragon of earth.

ALL SHOULD WED FOR LOVE.

FROM my fate there's no retreating,
Love commands and I obey:

How with joy my heart is beating
At the fortunes of to-day.

Life is fill'd with strange romances
Love is blind the poets say:

When he comes unsought, the chance is
Of his own accord he'll stay.

Love can ne'er be forced to tarry ;
Chain him, he'll the bonds remove;
Pair'd, not match'd, too many marry -

All should wed alone for love.

Let him on the bridal even,

Trim his lamp with constant ray, And the flame will light to heaven,

When the world shall fade away.

"TIS A SOLDIER'S RIGID DUTY.

"Tis a soldier's rigid duty
Orders strictly to obey ;
Let not then the smile of beauty
Lure us from the camp away.
In our country's cause united,
Gallantly we'll take the field;
But the victory won, delighted
Singly to the fair we yield.

Soldiers who have ne'er retreated,

Beauty's tear will sure beguile; Hearts that armies ne'er defeated,

Love can conquer with a smile.

Who would strive to live in story,

Did not woman's hand prepare

Amaranthine wreaths of glory,

Which the valiant proudly wear.

THE LAND OF THE HEART.

SKY, stream, moorland and mountain, Tree, cot, spire and dome,

Breeze, bird, vineyard and fountain,

Kindred, friends, country and home.

Home, home, home, home,

These are the blessings of home.

Hope how fondly I cherish,

Dear land, to see thee once more;

Oh, fate! let me not perish,

Far from my own native shore.

Home, home, home, home,

Saxony, liberty's home.

Those who freedom inherit

Bow not to tyranny's throne,

Then, friends, in a kind spirit,

Judge of my love by your own.

Home, home, home, home,

The land of the heart is our home.

LOVE IS NOT A GARDEN FLOWER.

AH! love is not a garden flower,

That shoots from out the cultured earth! That needs the sunbeam and the shower Before it wakens into birth:

It owns a richer soil and seed,

And woman's heart contains them both Where it will spring, without a weed, Consummate in its growth.

These leaves will perish when away
From either genial sun or shower;

Not so will wither and decay

Celestial Love's perennial flower. "Tis our companion countless miles, Through weal or wo, in after years;

And though it flourishes in smiles,

It blooms as fresh in tears.

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