Yet quick he bounded forth;

For well my rein-deer knew
I've but one path on earth—
The path which leads to you.

The gloom that Winter cast
How soon the heart forgets,
When Summer brings, at last,

Her sun that never sets!
So dawn'd my love for you;

So, fix'd through joy and pain,

Than summer sun more true,
"Twill never set again.

WHEN TO SAD MUSIC SILENT YOU LISTEN.

HEN to sad Music silent you listen,

And tears on those eyelids tremble like dew,
Oh, then there dwells in those eyes as they glisten,
A sweet holy charm that mirth never knew.

But when some lively strain resounding
Lights up the sunshine of joy on that brow,
Then the young rein-deer o'er the hills bounding
Was ne'er in its mirth so graceful as thou.

When on the skies at midnight thou gazest,
A lustre so pure thy features then wear,

That, when to some star that bright eye thou raisest,
We feel 'tis thy home thou'rt looking for there.
But when the word for the gay dance is given,
So buoyant thy spirit, so heartfelt thy mirth,
Oh, then we exclaim, "Ne'er leave earth for heaven,
But linger still here, to make heaven of earth.”

HER LAST WORDS AT PARTING.

ER last words at parting, how can I forget?

Deep treasured through life, in my heart they

shall stay;

Like music, whose charm in the soul lingers yet, When its sounds from the ear have long melted away. Let Fortune assail me, her threat'nings are vain;

Those still-breathing words shall my talisman be,"Remember, in absence, in sorrow, and pain,

There's one heart, unchanging, that beats but for thee."

From the desert's sweet well tho' the pilgrim must hie,
Never more of that fresh-springing fountain to taste,

He hath still of its bright drops a treasured supply,
Whose sweetness lends life to his lips through the waste.

So, dark as my fate is still doom'd to remain,

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These words shall my well in the wilderness be,—

Remember, in absence, in sorrow, and pain,

There's one heart, unchanging, that beats but for thee."

LET'S TAKE THIS WORLD AS SOME WIDE SCENE.

ET'S take this world as some wide scene,

Through which, in frail but buoyant boat,
With skies now dark and now serene,

Together thou and I must float;
Beholding oft, on either shore,

Bright spots where we should love to stay;
But Time plies swift his flying oar,

And away we speed, away, away.

Should chilling winds and rains come on,
We'll raise our awning 'gainst the shower;

Sit closer till the storm is gone,

And, smiling, wait a sunnier hour. And if that sunnier hour should shine, We'll know its brightness cannot stay, But happy, while 'tis thine and mine, Complain not when it fades away.

So shall we reach at last that Fall

Down which life's currents all must go,

The dark, the brilliant, destined all

To sink into the void below.

Nor ev'n that hour shall want its charms,
If, side by side, still fond we keep,
And calmly, in each other's arms
Together link'd, go down the steep.

OH, DO NOT LOOK SO BRIGHT AND BLEST.

H, do not look so bright and blest,
For still there comes a fear,
When brow like thine looks happiest,

That grief is then most near.
There lurks a dread in all delight,
A shadow near each ray,

That warns us then to fear their flight,
When most we wish their stay.
Then look not thou so bright and blest,
For ah! there comes a fear,
When brow like thine looks happiest,
That grief is then most near.

Why is it thus that fairest things
The soonest fleet and die ?-
That when most light is on their wings,
They're then but spread to fly!
And, sadder still, the pain will stay-

The bliss no more appears;
As rainbows take their light away,

And leave us but the tears!

Then look not thou so bright and blest,
For ah! there comes a fear,

When brow like thine looks happiest,

That grief is then most near.