I love you as none ever loved;

As the steel to the star I am true; And I, dearest maiden, have proved

That none ever loved me but you. Till memory loses her power,

Or the sands of existence have run, I'll remember the star-lighted hour, That mingled two hearts into one.

MY WOODLAND BRIDE.

HERE upon the mountain side
Till now we met together;
Here I won my woodland bride,
In flush of summer weather.
Green was then the linden bough,
This dear retreat that shaded;
Autumn winds are round me now,

And the leaves have faded.

She whose heart was all my own,

In this summer-bower,

With all pleasant things has flown,

Sunbeam, bird and flower!

But her memory will stay

With me, though we're parted—

From the scene I turn away,

Almost broken-hearted!

THE DAY IS NOW DAWNING, LOVE.

WILLIAM.

THE day is now dawning, love,

Fled is the night—

I go like the morning, love,

Cheerful and bright.

Then adieu, dearest Ellen:

When evening is near

I'll visit thy dwelling,

For true love is here.

ELLEN.

Oh, come where the fountain, love,

Tranquilly flows;

Beneath the green mountain, love,

Here the days of our childhood,

In love's golden beam,

'Mong the blue-bells and wildwood,

Pass'd on like a dream.

WILLIAM.

O linger awhile, love.

ELLEN.

I must away.

WILLIAM.

O grant me thy smile, love,

"Tis hope's cheering ray,

With evening expect me.

ELLEN.

To the moment be true,

And may angels protect thee

BOTH.

Sweet Ellen, adieu!

Dear William, adieu !

THINK OF ME.

OH, think of me, my own beloved,

Whatever cares beset thee;

And when thou hast the falsehood proved,
Of those with smiles who met thee:
While o'er the sea, think, love, of me,
Who never can forget thee;

Let memory trace the trysting place,
Where I with tears regret thee.

Bright as yon star, within my mind,
A hand unseen hath set thee;
There hath thine image been enshrined,
Since first, dear love, I met thee.

So in thy breast, I fain would rest,
If, haply, fate would let me,

And live or die, wert thou but nigh,

To love or to regret me.

A SCENE AT SEA.

ABOVE our heads the moon and stars
Were smiling brightly and serene,
Painting the waves with silver bars,
And lighting up that ocean-scene:
And on our right the lightnings threw
Their fiery javelins far and free,
While, like a bird with proud wings, flew
Our vessel through that foaming sea!

And all above, below, around,

Was full of grandeur! Every sound

The winds and waters breathed were such

As I had never heard before!

Oh, who can tell the heart how much

At such an hour it will adore

The Inscrutable First Cause which we

Behold in every thing at sea!