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"She flung her white arms around him—Thou art an That this poor heart can cling to."

I Codld have stemmed misfortune's tide,

And borne the rich one's sneer,
Have braved the haughty glance of pride,

Nor shed a single tear.
I could have smiled on every blow

From life's full quiver thrown,
While I might gaze on thee, and know

I should not be " alone."

I could—I think 1 could have brooked,

E'en for a time, that thou
Upon my fading face hadst looked

With less of love than now;
For then I should at least have felt

The sweet hope still my own,
To win thee back, and, whilst I dwelt

On earth, not been alone."

But thus to see, from day to day,
Thy brightening eye and cheek,

And watch thy life-sands waste away,
Unnumbered, slowly, meek;

To meet thy smiles of tenderness,

And catch the feeble tone
Of kindness, ever breathed to bless,

And feel, I'll be " alone;"

To mark thy strength each hour decay,

And yet thy hopes grow stronger,
As filled with heaven-ward trust, they say,

"Earth may not claim thee longer;"
Nay, dearest, 'tis too much—this heart

Must break when thou art gone;
It must not be; we may not part;

I could not live " alone!"

BY W. G. Simms.

I Come from the deeps where the mermaiden twines,

In her bowers of amber, her garlands of shells: Where the sands are of gold, and of crystal the vines,

And the spirit of gladness unchangingly dwells— I breathed on the harp at Zephyrus' cave,

And the strain, as it rose, glided upward with me; No dwelling on earth, but my home is the wave,

And my couch is the coral grove, deep in the sea.

Thou hast dreamed—hast thou not ?—of those wave-
girdled bowers,
Where all that can win the heart, beams on the sight:
Where life is a frolic through fancies and flowers,

And the soul lives in dreams of a lasting delight. Thou wouldst win what thy dreams have long brought to thy view, Thou wouldst dwell with the moon that now beams upon thee; To the fears of the earth—to its cares, bid adieu, Come, rest in the coral grove, deep in the sea.

With my breath I will fan thee when noonday is nigh,

The gentlest of mermaids will lull thee to sleep; She will watch by thy couch when the sun passes by,

Nor fly when the moon leaves her home in the deep. Each joy thou hast sighed for, shall there be thine own,

The sorrows of time from thy slumbers shall flee; Then come with me—win all the pleasures I've shown,

Come, rest in the coral grove, deep in the sea.



See in distance mildly gleaming,

Summer's parting ray,
Forest nigh where two are dreaming;

Both are flowers of May!

He has left a couch of sorrow

Once again to say,
Wilt thou be mine own to-morrow,

Fairest flower of May?

Oft he sued and oft was slighted,

Praying day by day,
Yet his hope was ever blighted

By that flower of May.

That flower faded—she's alone,

He is far away;
No one's there to hear thy moan,

Fickle flower of May.



Aeouse ye, gay comrades, the waves sparkle bright,
Old Neptune, in glee, shakes his beard at the sight;
Well manned be each oar, well braced be each heart,
And away from the shore like a sea-bird we'll start.
To the boat! to the boat! pleasure calls us away,
While in light-rowing measure we speed o'er the bay.

Then gather, gay comrades, the winds gently blow,
And sunbeams have touched the fair scene with a glow;
There's hope for all care, there's joy for all pain,
Let each voice on the air wake in chorus the strain.
To the boat! to the boat! pleasure calls us away,
While in light-rowing measure we speed o'er the bay.



God bless the land that gave us birth!

No prayer but this know we,—
God bless the land, of all the earth,

The happy and the free.
And where's the land like ours can brave

The splendour of the day,

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