Hush! again, like waves, retreating To the shore, it dies along: LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL. OUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, 66 play'd; Why thus in darkness lie," whisper'd young "Thou, whose gay hours in sunshine should move?” Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, 66 Oh, how," said the Dial, " can any fair maid, "That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade ?" But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er, And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no more. Alone and neglected, while bleak rain and winds Are storming around her, with sorrow she finds That Love had but number'd a few sunny hours, Then left the remainder to darkness and showers! OH, SOON RETURN. UR white sail caught the ev'ning ray, The wave beneath us seem'd to burn, Through many a clime our ship was driven, And still, where'er we bent our way, When evening bid the west wave burn, I fancied still I heard her say, "Oh, soon return!" If ever yet my bosom found Its thoughts one moment turn'd from thee, 'Twas when the combat raged around, And brave men look'd to me. But though the war-field's wild alarm Which made even danger sweet. And still, when vict'ry's calm came o'er The hearts where rage had ceased to burn, Those parting words I heard once more, "Oh, soon return!-Oh, soon return!" OW dear to me the hour when daylight dies, For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And, as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 't would lead to some bright isle of rest. A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP. (SPANISH AIR.) TEMPLE to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted, "I'll build in this garden,-the thought is divine!" Her temple was built, and she now only wanted An image of Friendship to place on the shrine. She flew to a sculptor, who set down before her A Friendship, the fairest his heart could invent; But so cold and so dull, that the youthful adorer Saw plainly this was not the idol she meant. 66 Oh! never," she cried, "could I think of enshrining But yon little god, upon roses reclining, We'll make, if you please, Sir, a Friendship of him." So the bargain was struck; with the little god laden She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove : "Farewell," said the sculptor, "you're not the first maiden Who came but for Friendship and took away Love." |