The friends I once condemned are now I wept a pledged one's broken vow- And now there is a happiness In everything I see, Which bids my soul rise up and bless The God who blesses me. ANNE P. DINNIES. FRIENDS. OUR old friends, no doubt, will be true friends, That keeps up the warmth of the heart? Throughout the wide world as we roam ! To preserve then the strong chain of union, Let us rivet the fond links at home! C. JEFFERYS. 1 " THE BRIDE. HY do I weep? to leave the vine I leave thee, sister! we have played Where the silvery green of the olive shade I leave thee, father! eve's bright moon With the gathered grapes and the lyre in tune Thou! in whose voice, to bless thy child, Whose eye o'er all my youth hath smiled, Mother! I leave thee! on thy breast, I have found that holy place of rest Lips! that have lulled me with your strains, Will earth give love like yours again? Sweet mother! let me weep! MRS. HEMANS. FLOWERS. THERE's not a flower of spring That dies ere June, but vaunts itself allied E. B. BROWNING. SHERENE. HEN come, Sherene! I've found a grove, Where coos the silver-bosom'd dove; There, on the valley's blossom'd slope, Shines to the sun the pheasant's plume, There, like a ray, the antelope Gleams through the thicket's fragrant gloom. The stately camel bends the knee: Love, hear my lute-""Tis all for thee." There morn is like a new-waked rose, And like a rosy shower the noon; And evening, like a sweet song's close; And like a sun half veil'd, the moon. But dark my paradise will be: Soul of my soul, I die for thee. CROLY. FRIENDSHIP. HEN first the Friendship flower is planted W Within the garden of your soul, Little of care or thought are wanted Alone can shun the open tomb. It is not absence you should dread, In which, if sound at root, the head Richer than ever earthly hues. |