True Love-Eternal. 55 Still wrestling with the angel, till its pride LOVE. YES, love indeed is light from heaven, BYRON. TRUE BEAUTY. OU miss the fine and secret art, Who marshal, brilliant from the box, The nymph-like robe; the natural grace; The eye, where pure affection gleams; The tear, The accents of the heart; The trembling frame; the living cheek Your beauties these, with these you shine, And reign on high by right divine The sovereigns of the world. LOGAN. "TWAS the bliss - the fount of bliss Tinging all other joys with this, Of hearts that through long years have grown Warm for each other, though unknown, Without a dream yet many a sigh For that, which drew in secret nigh Till in an instant glance has shone The flash, that melts two hearts in one To sever, when shall cease to be God's mystic throne! Eternity! Oh! 'twas an hour of that blest cast, Which, though ne'er seen till felt-when past, For ever stands the radiant pole Of each beloved magnetic soul, And leaves a gem, 'twere worth distress Of slow-year'd ages to possess. That hour has left for thee a light That fears no power of storm or night; Distance may grieve, and years entwine To guide thee by the way it went. HOWITT. TRUE LOVE. ET me not to the marriage of true minds Or bends with the remover to remove: Oh, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, If this be error, and upon me proved, SHAKSPEARE, DOMESTIC LOVE. H, Twilight! Spirit that doth render birth To dim enchantments, melting heaven with Leaving on craggy hills and running streams And though such radiance round him brightly glows, But him they wait for, him they welcome home, |