UPON THY TRUTH RELYING.

THEY say we are too young to love,—
Too wild to be united;

In scorn they bid us both renounce
The fond vows we have plighted.
They send thee forth to see the world,
Thy love by absence trying:
Then go; for I can smile farewell,-
Upon thy truth relying.

I know that Pleasure's hand will throw
Her silken nets about thee;

I know how lonesome I shall find
The long, long days without thee.
But in thy letters there'll be joy;
The reading, the replying:

I'll kiss each word that's traced by thee,-
Upon thy truth relying.

When friends applaud thee, I'll sit by,

In silent rapture gazing;

And, oh! how proud of being loved

By her they have been praising!

But should Detraction breathe thy name,

The world's reproof defying :

I'd love thee,-laud thee,-trust thee still,Upon thy truth relying.

E'en those who smile to see us part,

Shall see us meet with wonder;

Such trials only make the heart
That truly loves grow fonder.
Our sorrows past shall be our pride,
When with each other vying:
Thou wilt confide in him, who lives
Upon thy truth relying.

OH SAY NOT 'TWERE A KEENER BLOW.

Он say not 'twere a keener blow,
To lose a child of riper years,
You cannot know a father's woe-
You cannot dry a father's tears;

The girl who rears a sickly plant,

Or cherishes a wounded dove,

Will love them most while most they want
The watchfulness of love!

Time must have changed that fair young brow,
Time might have changed that spotless heart;
Years might have brought deceit, but now
In love's confiding dawn we part!

Ere pain and grief had sown decay,
My babe is cradled in the tomb,-
Like some fair blossom torn away
In all its purest bloom.