Love, covered all with rose-like flowers,
A fragrant, but an early thing,
The spirit's almond-tree that buds

And blossoms in its spring.

J. K. HERVEY.

LOVE IN ABSENCE.

Oh my dear peerless wife!

By the blue sky and all its crowding stars

Woman was ever loved. There's not an hour
Of day or dreaming night but I am with thee:
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name,
And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon,
But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale
Of thee, my love, to my fond anxious heart!
BARRY CORNWALL.

THE FAREWELL.

Lady! whose soft and dove-like eye,
Beaming with Love's own witchery,
Hath from our Album's pages caught
Feelings responsive to thy thought;-
Sweet lady! twine no sacred ties
With Pleasure's heartless votaries!

Hide thy soul's richness! like that flower

Whose sweet aroma to no power

But the pure sunshine is reveal'd —

Long, long, midst leaves and moss conceal'd;
But, when secure of well-tried worth,
Then pour its hidden treasure forth:
And blend thy trusting tenderness
With man's strong, deep devotedness;
Nor turn thee with "a scornful eye,"
From faith a kingdom could not buy!
And thou, fond Lover! to whose truth
Woman entrusts her hopes, her youth,

Her

life, very

oh guard and cherish
Feelings which once neglected - perish!
Keep her fair form, and spotless mind,
Within thy heart of hearts enshrined:
Be thou the oak, round which may twine
The graceful foliage of the vine:
And ask, to bless thee, from above
The precious boon of woman's love!

"Now, farewell, lords and ladies bright! To each and all we wish good night!

And rosy dreams and slumbers light."

"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet

sorrow,

That we shall say good night till it be morrow."

THE END.

LONDON:

PRINTED BY SAMUEL BENTLEY,

Bangor House, Shoe Lane.