If thou wouldst stay e'en as thou art,
All cold, and all serene,

I still might press thy silent heart,
And where thy smiles have been !
While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have,
Thou seemest still mine own,
But there I lay thee in thy grave—
And I am now alone.

I do not think, where'er thou art,
Though hast forgotten me;

And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart
In thinking too of thee;

Yet there was round thee such a dawn
Of light ne'er seen before,

As fancy never could have drawn,

And never can restore.

Rev. Chas. Wolfe.

16. AE FOND. KISS.

E fond kiss, and then we sever;

AF

Ae farewell, alas! for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy :
But to see her was to love her ;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,

We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest !
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,

Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas! for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Burns.

17. WHAT THE VOICE SAID.

MAD

[ADDENED by Earth's wrong and evil, 'Lord!' I cried in sudden ire,

'From thy right hand, clothed with thunder, Shake the bolted fire!

'Love is lost, and Faith is dying :
With the brute the man is sold;
And the dropping blood of labour
Hardens into gold.

'Here the dying wail of Famine,

There the Battle's groan of pain;

And, in silence, smooth-faced Mammon
Reaping men like grain.

""Where is God, that we should fear Him ?" Thus the earth-born Titans say;

"God! if thou art living, hear us!"

Thus the weak ones pray.'

Thou, the patient Heaven upbraiding,

Spake a solemn Voice within;

'Weary of our Lord's forbearance,

Art thou free from sin?

'Fearless brow to Him uplifting,
Canst thou for his thunders cail,
Knowing that to guilt's attraction,
Evermore they fall?

'Know'st thou not all germs of evil
In thy heart await their time?
Not thyself, but God's restraining,
Stays their growth of crime.

'Couldst thou boast, oh child of weakness! O'er the sons of wrong and strife,

Were their strong temptations planted.
In thy path of life?

"Thou hast seen two streamlets gushing
From one fountain, clear and free,
But by widely varying channels
Searching for the sea.

'Glideth one through greenest valleys,
Kissing them with lips still sweet;
One, mad roaring down the mountains,
Stagnates at their feet.

'Is it choice whereby the Parsee

Kneels before his mother's fire? In his black tent did the Tartar Choose his wandering sire?

'He alone, whose hand is bounding Human power and human will, Looking through each soul's surrounding, Knows its good or ill.

'For thyself, while wrong and sorrow Make to thee their strong appeal,

Coward wert thou not to utter

What the heart must feel.

'Earnest words must needs be spoken,

When the warm heart bleeds, or burns,

With its scorn of wrong, or pity

For the wronged, by turns.

But by all thy nature's weakness,
Hidden faults and follies known,
Be thou, in rebuking evil,

Conscious of thine own.

'Not the less shall stern-eyed Duty
To thy lips her trumpet set,
But with harsher blasts shall mingle
Wailings of regret.'

Cease not, Voice of holy speaking,
Teacher sent of God, be near;
Whispering through the day's cool silence,
Let my spirit hear!

So, when thoughts of evildoers
Waken scorn, or hatred move,

Shall a mournful fellow-feeling

Temper all with love.

Whittier.

18. SONG.

ELL me you love me; I know it full well,

TEL

Though of truths so delightful one can't be too sure;

Doubts will arise that a breath may dispel,

Fears that alone such avowals can cure.

When were those syllables murmured in vain ?

Tell me you love me again and again.

Tell me you love me, though often before

You have told me the tale I now bid you repeat;
Outpourings like these from the lips we adore
In their fond iteration grow daily more sweet;
Why from the tender confession refrain ?
Tell me you love me again and again.

Tell me you love me, though bent to deceive,

Such delusion were dearer than every-day truth,

We in time learn to look on and cherish as sooth.

Repeat those sweet words, though their fondness you feign, And tell me you love me again and again.

Tell me you love me; no sceptic am I,

Who would question the faith of the heart of his choice; When did Falsehood look forth from so truthful an eye, Or Deception assume less untrustful a voice? "Twere treason to doubt thee, so welcome my chain! But tell me you love me again and again.

Alaric A. Watts.

'I

19. THREE LOVES IN A LIFE.

LOVE'' And I love'-'And I love, too'

They all loved well, and they loved but one.
Each heart was hers, and each heart was true-
By which shall she, the beloved, be won ?
Strong on each was her gentle thrall;
Oh! how dear was she held by all!

The first was a youth in opening life;

And he was charmed with her beauty rare, With the face and form of his fair young wife, With her sweet blue eye and her silken hair. Gazing then on her charms with pride,

Oh! how dear was his lovely bride!