He bade me " Be happy, " he whisper'd " Forget me; "
— — He vow'd my affection was cherish'd in vain.
" Be happy! " " Forget me! " I would, if he'd let me —
— — Why will he keep coming to say so again?

He came — it was not the first time, by a dozen —
— — To take, as he said, " an eternal adieu; "
He went, and, for comfort, I turn'd to — my cousin,
— — When back stalk'd the torment his vows to renew.

" You must love me no longer! " he said but this morning.
— — " I love you no longer! " I meekly replied.

Thou new-born Rose, emerging from the dew,
Like Aphrodite, when the lovely bather
Blush'd from the sea, how fair thou art to view,
And fragrant to the smell! The Almighty Father
Implanted thee, that men of every hue,
Even a momentary joy might gather;
And shall he save one people, and pursue
Others to endless agony? O rather
Let me believe in thee, thou holy Rose,
Who dost alike thy lips of love unclose,
Be thy abode by saint or savage trod.
Thou art the priest whose sermons soothe our woes,

Blow, O wind!
Blow unto the maiden's cheek!
The flowers that bloom in gardens
Are the lovely color we seek.

The days of love are early,
The years of love are late;
The spirit lurks within, O soul
That shuts no human gate!

Kiss my cheek, fair maiden —
I'll say farewell to thee;
My heart is deeply laden
With facts from reality.

(Old Melibee) that hast the hearts of all,
Because thy love is likewise generall:
Not Time alone, but thy deare Countries cares
Which far exceed thy yeares, have chang'd thy haires
To white: then let thy Silver age thee fold
In more contents, then did thy age of gold.

Not gifts of gold or costly gems,
But that which is all price above,
The festal marriage-day provides, —
Mercies to cheer and hearts to love.

How many sunny years have passed!
And each has left its radiant line;
The fifty long ago were told,
And now, behold, 'tis fifty-nine.

God of the loving, God of love,
Whose favor blessed the earlier days,
Shine on the years that yet remain,
While silver hairs proclaim thy praise.

Laideur et Beaute

Too great her beauty! 'tis o'erwhelming;
Beneath that mask there's such dissembling:
Yes, I would have her ugly — quite —
I'd have her — yes, a perfect fright
Love her I must in beauty's bloom —
O Heaven, thy wondrous gift resume!
Even from below assistance would I claim;
So she were ugly, and my love the same

Lo! Satan at the word I see —
The sire of ugliness is he:
" Come, come, " he cries, " I'll hideous make her;
Thy fiercest rivals shall forsake her:
Changes I'm rather fond of ringing —

OR, THE PLANING OF THE VINE IN GAUL .

Brennus

" What, ho! brave Gauls, " said Brennus once, of old,
" This day a festival in triumph hold!
The fields of Rome my exploits well repay:
I've brought a cutting from their vines away
Let's link together — never more to part,
Thanks to the vine — Love, Honor, Glory, Art!

" Debarred ourselves of its all-potent juice,
We conquered Rome that we might learn its use:
The budding tendrils with their leaves must now
Serve in our land to wreath the Victor's brow

In the tree the sap, in the earth the bursting seed,
In laughter keynotes of grief, in sorrow veins pulsing with joy,
In the passing the eternal, in the eternal the passing,
Ever in things hearts of things
In you are lives more than lives of great cities,
In you are crowding populations asking that you give them freedom,
In you are tragedies every day and gentle love-dreams filling the skies with light,
I reach for them with open heart:
O they come to me, I am filled!

ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND .

" Another , and another still succeeds! "
And one by one are from us call'd away,
Friends — valued, loved, and cherish'd many a day,
For noble thoughts and honourable deeds.
Yet reckon not that we have leant on reeds,
Which broke to pierce us, when, without dismay,
In such we have reposed that trust and stay
For which, e'en from the grave, their virtue pleads.
The loved are not the lost! though gone before:

Go spread the joyful tidings
Of his love, of his love,
Tell the nations o'er the waters
Of his love, of his love.
Oh, the precious story! be mine the glory!
To sound the blessed tidings of redeeming love.
Tell those who mourn in darkness
Of his love, of his love,
And repeat the blessed promise
Of his love, of his love.
Oh, the precious story! replete with glory!
Ring out the blessed tidings of redeeming love
The light is breaking,
Jesus comes, Jesus comes,
The light is breaking,
Jesus comes, (Jesus comes),