OFT-TOLD LOVE WEARIES NOT. SAY over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem a cuckoo-song," as thou dost treat it. Remember, never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed. Beloved, I, admit the darkness greeted, By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain, Cry," Speak once more-thou lovest!" Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me,— toll The silver iterance !-only minding, dear, E. B. Browning. A PRAYER FOR PURITY IN LOVE. I LOVE! and love hath given me My heart of hearts within: With starry glimpses peer; I drink in beauty like heaven-wine, Dear God in heaven! keep without stain OH! love is deeper than the ocean's caves, Yet, seeming strange, he feigns uncaring words, Cold as the winter pour'd o'er shrinking herds, And love is plaintive as a cushat dove, And yet there's nought so silent as sweet love; LOVE'S FLORAL OFFERING. DEAR object of my late and early prayer! Source of my joy ! and solace of my care! Whose gentle friendship such a charm can give As makes me wish and tells me how to live! To thee the Muse with grateful hand would bring These first fair children of the doubtful Spring. Oh may they, fearless of a varying sky, Bloom in thy breast and smile beneath thine eye! In fairer lights their vivid blue display, |