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Her thoughts were all confusion, but most sweet ;
till aided by love's own. And this is happiness : Oh! love will last When all that made it happiness is past,When all its hopes are as the glittering toys Time present offers, time to come destroys, When they have been too often crush'd to earth For further blindness to their little worth, When fond illusions have dropt one by one Like pearls from a rich carcanet, till none Are left upon life's soild and naked string And this is all what time will ever bring !
Love, passionate young Love, how sweet it is
Alas ! how light a cause may move
Hearts that the world in vain had tried
A word unkind, or wrongly taken,—
A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
As though its waters ne'er could sever ;
Breaks into floods that part for ever.
who have the charge of Love,
He sits with flowrets fetter'd round.
Is found beneath far Eastern skies,
Oh! woman, what bliss, what enchantment we owe
To thy soul's chosen love thou unchanged wilt remain
And over his grave thou wilt mournfully keep
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,
And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers,
On its leaves a mystic language bears.
The rose is the sign of joy and love,
Young blushing love in its earliest dawn ; And the mildness that suits the gentle dove,
From the myrtle's snowy flower is drawn.
Innocence shines in the lily's bell,
Pure as a heart in its native heaven; Fame's bright star, and glory's swell,
By the glossy leaf of the bay is given.
The silent, soft, and humble heart
In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes ; And the tender soul that cannot part,
A twine of evergreen fondly wreathes,
The cypress that darkly shadows the
grave, Is sorrow that mourns its bitter lot ; And faith that a thousand ills can brave,
Speaks in thy blue leaves, forget-me-not.
Then gather a wreath from thy garden bowers, And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers.
Still there clings
TO THE ALTAR.
Oh! there are hearts that well
date The era of their joy from thee, The birthplace of the brightest fate
That wedded life and love may be: