WRITTEN BENEATH A PICTURE. 1. DEAR object of defeated care! Though now of Love and thee bereft, To reconcile me with despair Thine image and my tears are left. 2. "Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope; But this I feel can ne'er be true: For by the death-blow of my Hope My Memory immortal grew. ON PARTING. 1. THE kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left, Shall never part from mine, Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine. TO THYRZA. WITHOUT a stone to mark the spot, And say, what Truth might well have said, By all, save one, perchance forgot, Ah, wherefore art thou lowly laid? To bid us meet-no-ne'er again! That softly said, "We part in peace," Had taught my bosom how to brook, With fainter sighs, thy soul's release. And didst thou not, since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart, Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see, Who held, and holds thee in his heart? Oh! who like him had watch'd thee here? Or sadly mark'd thy glazing eye, In that dread hour ere death appear, When silent Sorrow fears to sigh, Till all was past? But when no more 'Twas thine to reck of human woe, ffection's heart-drops, gushing o'er, Affection's mingling tears were ours? That Love each warmer wish forbore; hose eyes proclaim'd so pure a mind, Even passion blush'd to plead for more. he tone, that taught me to rejoice,owa When prone, unlike thee, to repine; he song, celestial from thy voice, But sweet to me from none but thine; he pledge we wore-I wear it still, But where is thine?-ah, where art thou? ft have I borne the weight of ill, I would not wish thee here again; ›L. V. But if in worlds more blest than this To wean me from mine anguish here. On earth thy love was such to me; STANZAS. 1. AWAY, away, ye notes of woe! Be silent, thou once soothing strain, I dare not trust those sounds again. On what I am-on what I was. The voice that made those sounds more sweet Is hush'd, and all their charms are fled; |