Now the tossed bark upon life's stormy sea E'en now from fairer climes a purer gale Pours its rich fragrance on the shattered sail. In perfect holiness and perfect peace :— Till in that world of life, and love, and bliss, The cup shall satisfy, we taste in this. West Bilney Lodge, Feb. 13, 1825. A A ON MEMORY. WHEN the wrung heart, with passionate regret, Till we can almost grasp the lost delight, Feel as we felt, and be as we have been ;Feel-yes, a livelier, tenderer beauty springs O'er the loved features of each happy day; For memory's touch, in bright profusion, brings All, all the joy, but steals the gloom away; When that we fondly loved, and now deplore, Glides o'er the soul like moonlight o'er the sea, And wears a smile, perchance, it never wore, And seems a being it could never be ; And when, at length, those rainbow-colours fade, Which seems unnoticed on the mind to win, It is not Hope, at least, not that which says Which like the meteor's wild illusion plays, Its soft impressions may too soon efface, Or death's cold touch may chill the faithful heart, How bright, how pure, affection's lamp may burn; Where we may gaze upon the face we love, Nor dread the anguish of a cold return; Where, waking memory to a second birth, We may, untroubled, trace the path we trod, And having vainly sought for rest on earth, May find it in the bosom of our God. Date not known. FROM A BROTHER TO HIS SISTER ON HER BIRTH-DAY. Он, dinna ye ken, how the daisies bloom Suld deck the lily lea, How the bright sun, glinting through the gloom, Suld brust the violet's mossy tomb To twine a wreath for thee? But, wae for the lang, lang winter daie! Baith violet blue, and daisie gaie, And "the flowers of the forest are a' wede away!" I hae na wreath for thee, lassie, I hae na wreath for thee, Na wilding nursed by spring's ain sigh, Na blossom springing tardilie, |