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And in the midst of this Elysian dream,
Sir E. L. BULWER.
Love is a gift which God hath given
THE SAILOR LOVER.
My bark shall be our home ;
own! Never did sail more gladly glide to port Than I to thee! my anchor in thy faith, And in thine eyes my
Sir E. L. BULWER.
Oh ! happy they, the happiest of their kind !
FLOWERS LOVE'S LANGUAGE.
Where Love is as a mystery and a dream,
'Tis sweet to hear At midnight, o'er the blue and moonlit deep, The song
and oar of Adria's gondolier, By distance mellow'd, o'er the waters sweep: 'Tis sweet to see the evening star appear ;
'Tis sweet to listen as the night-winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high
The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.
'Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come. 'Tis sweet to be awaken’d by the lark,
Or lulld with falling waters ; sweet the hum Of bees, the voice of girls, the song of birds, The lisp of children, and their earliest words.
But sweeter far than this, than these, than all,
Is first and passionate love: It stands alone Like Adam's recollection of his fall.
I will remember thee,- in that still hour
When, like a dream of beauty, from the west, Heaven's sweetest star sheds down her golden dower
Of light upon the waters, — whose unrest And moodiness might well be charm'd away,
loveliness of that soft ray !
I will remember thee, — when night hath thrown
Its dreams around the sleeper, and repose Hath calm’d the worn and aching spirit down
To brief oblivion of its waking woes : Then,- when deep silence reigneth over all, My lonely thoughts thine image shall recal.
I will remember thee,—when morn hath hung
Her banner on the hills,— and kindling gleams Of sunlight, in warm diamond showers are flung
Upon the surface of the bounding streams, Which move in their exulting course along, Free as the murmurs of their own wild song.
I will remember thee, — when summer's sigh
Breathes o'er the mountains, and the laughing earth Is zoned with roses, - while deep melody
Hath in the woods, with the wild flowers its birth From joyous birds, who mid their green homes there Pour forth their music on the clear blue air
I will remember thee,— through many a scene
- for thou Upon my dark and troubled path hast been
A vision blest and cheering, --- as the bow That spans
the thunder-cloud : : a thing of light, As early hope's first dreamings pure and bright.
Oh! Love hath wings on which we fly,
It shines with pure and gladdening ray,
A beacon that shines o'er our earthly way.
When kindred hearts in rapture meet,
Then life glides like a gentle stream:
Though it sometimes fade like an earthly dream.