CLEVELAND SKETCHES.

THE MEETING.

"It was the soothing hour, just when the rounded Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,

Which seems as if the whole green earth it bounded Circling all Nature, hushed, and dim, and still.—”

"Alas! the love of woman! it is known

To be a lovely and a fearful thing.-"-BYRON.

We stood beside the ocean

We gazed upon the sky,

Whilst the waves with gentle motion

Softly sung their lullaby;

And I look'd upon her face,

But I could not, dar'd not speak,

For the past sprang up apace,

We had wander'd forth together,

When the summer heavens' were fair,

But a blast of winter weather

Shook our spirits' with despair;

Cruel words and harsh were spoken,

"Thou shalt wed him, daughter, never :"

Ah, how idle was the token

Love-true love-exists for ever!

And still the sun shone brightly,
The sea-birds hover'd near,
The foam-topp'd waves fell lightly
Among the sea-shells near;
The sparry-spangled grotto

Among the rocks gleam'd fair,
Where true-love's hallow'd motto

Recorded our despair.

"O seat thee gentle maiden,

Best and dearest rest thee here, .

For my heart is over-laden

With its agony and fear;

Let my bosom be thy pillow
Whilst I gaze within thine eyes,

For gently falls the billow,

And sweetly smile the skies.

"How truly I have lov'd thee

Through darkness and despair,
How wildly passion mov'd me,

Let these burning tears declare;
Every light that shines in heaven,
Every sound on earth seem'd gone,
But thine eyes like stars of even
And the music of thy tongue.

CLEVELAND SKETCHES.

THE MEETING.

"It was the soothing hour, just when the rounded Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,

Which seems as if the whole green earth it bounded Circling all Nature, hushed, and dim, and still.—”

"Alas! the love of woman! it is known

To be a lovely and a fearful thing.-"-BYRON.

We stood beside the ocean

We gazed upon the sky,

Whilst the waves with gentle motion

Softly sung their lullaby;

And I look'd upon her face,

But I could not, dar'd not speak,

For the past sprang up apace,

And my heart was like to break.

We had wander'd forth together,

When the summer heavens' were fair,

But a blast of winter weather

Shook our spirits' with despair;

Cruel words and harsh were spoken,

"Thou shalt wed him, daughter, never :"

Ah, how idle was the token—

Love-true love-exists for ever!

And still the sun shone brightly,
The sea-birds hover'd near,
The foam-topp'd waves fell lightly
Among the sea-shells near;
The sparry-spangled grotto

Among the rocks gleam'd fair,
Where true-love's hallow'd motto
Recorded our despair.

"O seat thee gentle maiden,

Best and dearest rest thee here, .

For

my heart is over-laden

With its agony and fear;

Let my bosom be thy pillow

Whilst I gaze within thine eyes,

For gently falls the billow,
And sweetly smile the skies.

"How truly I have lov'd thee

Through darkness and despair, How wildly passion mov'd me,

Let these burning tears declare; Every light that shines in heaven, Every sound on earth seem'd gone, But thine eyes like stars of even

And the music of thy tongue.

CLEVELAND SKETCHES.

THE MEETING.

"It was the soothing hour, just when the rounded Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,

Which seems as if the whole green earth it bounded Circling all Nature, hushed, and dim, and still.—”

"Alas! the love of woman! it is known

To be a lovely and a fearful thing.-"-BYRON.

We stood beside the ocean

We gazed upon the sky,

Whilst the waves with gentle motion

Softly sung their lullaby;

And I look'd upon her face,

But I could not, dar'd not speak,

For the past sprang up apace,

We had wander'd forth together,

When the summer heavens' were fair,

But a blast of winter weather

Shook our spirits' with despair;

Cruel words and harsh were spoken,