TO CHARLOTTE M — — .

Thou art but in life's morning, and as yet
The world looks witchingly; its fruits and flowers
Are fair and fragrant, and its beauteous bowers
Seem haunts of happiness before thee set,
All lovely, as a landscape freshly wet
With dew, or bright with sunshine after showers,
Where pleasure dwells, and Flora's magic powers
Woo thee to pluck a peerless coronet.

O Zion! lovely Zion! thou city of the faithful,
How often with rapture thy praises we sing,!
Where millions of redeemed ones are dwelling now in brightness,
And praising forever our Saviour and King.
O Zion! lovely Zion! thou carest for the lowly,
Thy banner of mercy still waving we see;
Thy watchmen thou art sending with tidings, joyful tidings,
To gather the lost ones and bring them to thee.
O Zion! lovely Zion!
Oh, when shall we behold thee,
Thy beauty and splendor forever to share;

Thou demi-god of Rome, whose fame
Down twenty centuries comes to me,
How burns my soul to be like thee
Whene'er I hear thy mighty name!

Fades Shakespeare; fade those kings of song,
Blind Homer, Milton the divine,
The Mantuan and the Florentine.
Allures no more that laureled throng.

Them I revere, but thee I love,
O Julius, this the spirit's truth,
Who, pale and dissolute in thy youth,
In manhood the strong world didst move.

Yes, thee I love, thou rulest my thought,
Great Master of both pen and sword;
Better than any written word,

They were here,
The pallid forms —
What hidden light
Which caused its throne ...

O song of the night-field,
What strain can it be?
Therein silent suffer
Not to feel so close to thee.

We were together
From sap to heaven,
The change from within
Suspired hearts given.

As the cocoanut-palm
That pines, my love,
Away from the sound
Of the planter's voice,
Am I, for I hear
No more resound
Your song by the pearl-strewn sea!
The sun may come
And the moon wax round,
And in its beam
My mates rejoice,
But I feast not
And my heart is dumb,
As I long, oh long, for thee!

In the jungle-deeps,
Where the cobra creeps,
The leopard lies
In wait for me,
But oh, my love,
When the daylight dies
There is more to my dread than he!
Harsh lonely tears

As is a mother's love,
Unchanging true and pure
And as the stars that light the night,
Unquenchable and sure —
As is a mother's love,
Tho' all the world despise,
For him who slept upon her breast,
She lives, and loves, and dies —
As is a mother's love,
In danger, pain, or woe,
A healing balm for ev'ry wound,
And shield from ev'ry foe —
As is a mother's love,
When lost her erring child,
To seek him out in stormy days,
And midnights dark and wild —
As is a mother's love,
Of all earth-gifts the best,

A SUMMER EVENING .

I T is not only while we look upon
A lovely landscape, that its beauties please;
In distant days, when we afar are gone
From such, in fancy's idle reveries,
Or moods of mind which memory loves to seize,
It comes in living beauty, fresh as when
We first beheld it: valley, hill, or trees
O'ershadowing unseen brooks; or outstretch'd fen
With cattle sprinkled o'er, exist, and charm again.

Father, let thy hand e'er lead us,
Be thou near us day by day,
With the bread of heaven feed us,
As on earth we wend our way
Gentle Jesus, how we love thee,
Meek and lowly as thou art,
None in heav'n or earth above thee!
Now to us thy love impart.
Holy Spirit, now descending,
Rest upon our hearts tonight;
Sacred Trio, never ending,
Turn our darkness into light.

Saviour, breathe a tender blessing,
Father, hear us in our plea,
Saviour, Saviour, Father, Father,
All our sins we are confessing,
As in prayer we come to thee.

There is a power you know not of,
Except you know as I have known
How one can give his all to love
And find his all in love alone.

Beaucoup d'amour

In spite of Wisdom's voice,
I would have heaps of gold;
And quickly at my mistress' feet
My treasures should be told.
Oh! never, Adele, would I cease
To satisfy thy least caprice:
Nay, nay, mine is not avarice —
But much, much love.

To immortalize Adele,
Were I with song inspired,
My verse, that ever painted her,
Should ever be admired
Ah, would that our united name