And tell her thus, if she'll be mine, The current of our lives shall be, But if, in wand'ring thither, Thou find'st she mocks my prayer, And tell her thus, when youth is o'er, Like those sweet flowers from thee. ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES. RIN! the tear and the smile in thine eyes, Saddening through pleasure's beam, Weep while they rise. Erin! thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase, Till, like the rainbow's light, Thy various tints unite, And form in heaven's sight One arch of peace! O THOU! WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds."-Psalm cxlvii. 3. THOU! who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, The friends who in our sunshine live, When joy no longer soothes or cheers, Oh, who would bear life's stormy doom, Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our Peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day! SONG. S o'er her loom the Lesbian Maid In love-sick languor hung her head, Again the web she tried to trace, But tears fell o'er each tangled thread; Who watchful o'er her lean'd, she said, THE VOICE. T came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days, |