RHYME AND REASON.

AN APOLOGUE.

Two children, in the olden time,

In Flora's primrose season,

Were born. The name of one was Rhyme,

That of the other Reason.

And both were beautiful and fair,

And

pure as mountain stream and air.

As the boys together grew,
Happy fled their hours-
Grief or care they never knew
In the Paphian bowers.

See them roaming, hand in hand,

The pride of all the choral band.

Musick with harp of golden strings,
Love with bow and quiver,

Airy sprites on radiant wings,

Nymphs of wood and river, Joined the muses' thrilling song,

As Rhyme and Reason pass'd along.

But the scene was changed-the boys

Left their native soil

Rhyme's pursuit was idle joys,
Reason's manly toil :

Soon Rhyme was starving in a ditch,
While Reason grew exceeding rich.

Since that dark and fatal hour,

When the brothers parted, Reason has had wealth and powerRhyme's poor and broken-hearted! And now, or bright or stormy weather, They twain are seldom seen together.

WEARIES MY LOVE OF MY LETTERS?

WEARIES my love of my letters?
Does she my silence command?
Sunders she Love's rosy fetters

As though they were woven of sand?

Tires she too of each token

Indited with many a sigh?

Are all her promises broken?
And must I love on till I die?

Thinks my dear love that I blame her
With what was a burden to part?

Ah, no!-with affection I'll name her
While lingers a pulse in my heart.
Although she has clouded with sadness,
And blighted the bloom of my years,

I love her still, even to madness,

And bless her through showers of tears!

My pen I have laid down in sorrow,

The

songs of my lute I forego,

From neither assistance I'll borrow

To utter my heart-seated wo!

But peace to her bosom, wherever

Her thoughts or her footsteps may stray:

Memento of mine again never

Will shadow the light of her way!

WHEN OTHER FRIENDS ARE ROUND THEE.

WHEN other friends are round thee,

And other hearts are thine;

When other bays have crown'd thee,
More fresh and green than mine,

Then think how sad and lonely
This doating heart will be,
Which while it throbs, throbs only
Beloved one, for thee!

Yet do not think I doubt thee,
I know thy truth remains.

I would not live without thee,

For all the world contains.
Thou art the star that guides me

Along life's troubled sea;

And whatever fate betides me,

This heart still turns to thee.