For though but rare thy sunny smile,

'Tis heav'n's own glance when it appears.

Like feeling hearts, whose joys are few,

But, when indeed they come, divine

The brightest light the sun e'er threw
Is lifeless to one gleam of thine.

I'VE A SECRET TO TELL THEE.

'VE a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here,Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps:

I'll seek, to whisper it in thine ear,

Some shore where the Spirit of Silence sleeps;

Where summer's wave unmurm'ring dies, Nor fay can hear the fountain's gush; Where, if but a note her night-bird sighs, The rose saith, chidingly, "Hush, sweet, hush!"

There, amid the deep silence of that hour,
When stars can be heard in ocean dip,
Thyself shall, under some rosy bower,
Sit mute, with thy finger on thy lip:

Like him, the boy, who born among

The flowers that on the Nile-stream blush,

Sits ever thus, his only song

To earth and heaven, “Hush, all, hush!"

LL that's bright must fade,

The brightest still the fleetest;

All that's sweet was made,

But to be lost when sweetest.

Stars that shine and fall ;

The flower that drops in springing;These, alas! are types of all

To which our hearts are clinging.

All that's bright must fade,

The brightest still the fleetest;

All that's sweet was made

But to be lost when sweetest!

Who would seek or prize

Delights that end in aching?

Who would trust to ties

That every hour are breaking?

Better far to be

In utter darkness lying,

Than to be bless'd with light and see

That light for ever flying.

All that's bright must fade,

The brightest still the fleetest;

All that's sweet was made

But to be lost when sweetest!

SO WARMLY WE MET.

O warmly we met and so fondly we parted,
That which was the sweeter ev'n I could not
tell,-

That first look of welcome her sunny eyes darted, Or that tear of passion, which blest our farewell.

To meet was a heaven, and to part thus another, —
Our joy and our sorrow seem'd rivals in bliss;

Oh! Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other

In smiles and in tears, than that moment to this.

The first was like day-break, new, sudden, delicious, -
The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet;
The last like the farewell of daylight, more precious,
More glowing and deep, as 'tis nearer its set.
Our meeting, though happy, was tinged by a sorrow
To think that such happiness could not remain ;
While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that to-morrow
Would bring back the bless'd hour of meeting again.

FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE!

ARE thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Thy words, whate'er their flatt'ring spell,

Could scarce have thus deceived ;

But eyes that acted truth so well
Were sure to be believed.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!
Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.

Yet those eyes look constant still.

True as stars they keep their light; Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil Of blushing always bright. 'Tis only on thy changeful heart The blame of falsehood lies;

Love lives in every other part,

But there, alas! he dies.

Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one!

Lovely still, but dear no more;

Once his soul of truth is gone,
Love's sweet life is o'er.