SONG: TO MARY.

IF I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;

But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be;
It never through my mind had passed
The time would e'er be o'er,

And I on thee should look my last,
And thou shouldst smile no more!

And still upon that face I look,

And think 'twill smile again ;
And still the thought I will not brook,
That I must look in vain!

But when I speak, thou dost not say

What thou ne'er left'st unsaid;

And now I feel, as well I may,
Sweet Mary! thou art dead!

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 corpse I have, That 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,
Thou 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!

Wolfe.

THE SHEPHERD BOY.

LIKE some vision olden

Of far other time,

When the age was golden,
In the young world's prime,
Is thy soft pipe ringing,
O, lonely shepherd boy :
What song art thou singing,
In thy youth and joy?

Or art thou complaining
Of thy lowly lot,

And thine own disdaining,

Dost ask what thou hast not?

Of the future dreaming,
Weary of the past,

For the present scheming -
All but what thou hast ?

No, thou art delighting
In thy summer home,
Where the flowers inviting
Tempt the bee to roam;
Where the cowslip, bending
With its golden bells,
Of each glad hour's ending
With a sweet chime tells.

All wild creatures love him
When he is alone;
Every bird above him

Sings its softest tone.
Thankful to high Heaven,
Humble in thy joy,
Much to thee is given,
Lowly shepherd boy.

Lætitia Elizabeth Maclean.

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As some rich woman, on a winter's morn
And thou art gone, sweet daughter of the lyre.
And wherefore does the student trim his lamp

But scarce again his horn he wound

Crabbed Age and Youth

Come hither, little Fairy May .

Compare her eyes.

Fading, still fading! is traced on each flower..
Fair the downward path is spread

He came across the meadow-pass
He sang so wildly, did the boy

Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! here's a hearty

health to thee.

Higher, higher will we climb

I came, but she was gone.

I'm thy guardian angel, sweet maid, and I rest
I would not tell thee, for the world

I see thee still.

I've had the heart-ache many times
In the most early morn

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I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone.
I ne'er on the border.

I know the angels have blue eyes.

I have built a rushen boat.

I see her; 'tis she with her large dark eyes

I'm weary of the crowded ball; I'm weary of the

mirth

I loved thee long and dearly

It was an eve of autumn's holiest mood
I saw thy forin in youthful prime
I never was a favorite

If I had thought thou couldst have died

Let me gaze a while on that marble brow
Like some vision olden.

Maiden, with the meek, brown eyes.
My early friends, friends of my evil day
My dear young friend, thy natal day

O, there's a heart for every one..
O, daughter dear, my darling child
One year ago, a ringing voice.

O reader! hast thou ever stood to see.

Saw ye my wee thing? saw ye my ain thing.

Soft as the perfumed twilight breeze

She is dead.

So fair and yet so desolate

She walks in beauty, like the night

Scion of a mighty stock

She dwelt among the untrodden ways.

She was an only child her name Ginevra

Touch us gently, Time..

The wind came blowing out of the west
The shades of night were falling fast

To make my Lady's obsequies

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