But when to me alone

Your secret tears you show,

Oh, then I feel those tears my own,
And claim them while they flow.
Then still with bright looks bless
The gay, the cold, the free;

Give smiles to those who love you less,
But keep your tears for me.

The snow on Jura's steep

Can smile in many a beam,
Yet still in chains of coldness sleep,
How bright soe'er it seem.
But, when some deep-felt ray,

Whose touch is fire, appears,
Oh, then the smile is warm'd away,
And, melting, turns to tears.
Then still with bright looks bless

The gay, the cold, the free;
Give smiles to those who love you less,
But keep your tears for me.

WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS.

WHEN twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,

I watch the star, whose beam so oft
Has lighted me to thee, love.
And thou too, on that orb so dear,

Dost often gaze at even,

And think, though lost for ever here,
Thou❜lt yet be mine in heaven.

There's not a garden-walk I tread,
There's not a flow'r I see, love,

But brings to mind some hope that's fled,
Some joy that's gone with thee, love.
And still I wish that hour was near,
When, friends and foes forgiven,

The pains, the ills we've wept through here,
May turn to smiles in heaven.

YOUNG JESSICA.

YOUNG Jessica sat all the day,

With heart o'er idle love-thoughts pining;

Her needle bright beside her lay,

So active once!-now idly shining.

Ah, Jessy, 'tis in idle hearts

That love and mischief are most nimble;

The safest shield against the darts
Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble.

The child, who with a magnet plays,
Well knowing all its arts, so wily,

The tempter near a needle lays,

And laughing says, "We'll steal it slily." The needle, having nought to do,

Is pleas'd to let the magnet wheedle; Till closer, closer come the two,

And-off, at length, elopes the needle.

Now, had this needle turn'd its eye

To some gay reticule's construction, It ne'er had stray'd from duty's tie,

Nor felt the magnet's sly seduction.
Thus, girls, would you keep quiet hearts,
Your snowy fingers must be nimble;

The safest shield against the darts
Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble.

HOW HAPPY, ONCE.

How happy, once, though wing'd with sighs,
My moments flew along,

While looking on those smiling eyes,
And list'ning to thy magic song!
But vanish'd now, like summer dreams,
Those moments smile no more;
For me that eye no longer beams,

That song for me is o'er.

Mine the cold brow,

That speaks thy alter'd vow,

While others feel thy sunshine now.

Oh, could I change my love like thee,
One hope might yet be mine-
Some other eyes as bright to see,

And hear a voice as sweet as thine:

But never, never can this heart

Be wak'd to life again;

With thee it lost its vital part,

And wither'd then!

Cold its pulse lies,

And mute are ev'n its sighs,

All other grief it now defies.

I LOVE BUT THEE.

Ir, after all, you still will doubt and fear me,

And think this heart to other loves will stray,
If I must swear, then, lovely doubter, hear me ;
By ev'ry dream I have when thou'rt away,
By ev'ry throb I feel when thou art near me,
I love but thee-I love but thee!

By those dark eyes, where light is ever playing,

Where Love, in depth of shadow, holds his throne, And by those lips, which give whate'er thou'rt saying, Or grave or gay, a music of its own, A music far beyond all minstrel's playing, I love but thee-I love but thee!

By that fair brow, where Innocence reposes,
As pure as moonlight sleeping upon snow,
And by that cheek, whose fleeting blush discloses
A hue too bright to bless this world below,
And only fit to dwell on Eden's roses,

I love but thee-I love but thee!

LET JOY ALONE BE REMEMBER'D NOW.

LET thy joys alone be remember'd now,

Let thy sorrows go sleep awhile;

Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow,
Let Love light it up with his smile.
For thus to meet, and thus to find,

That Time, whose touch can chill
Each flower of form, each grace of mind,
Hath left thee blooming still,-
Oh, joy alone should be thought of now,
Let our sorrows go sleep awhile;

Or, should thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, Let Love light it up with his smile.

When the flowers of life's sweet garden fade,

If but one bright leaf remain,

Of the many that once its glory made,

It is not for us to complain.

But thus to meet and thus to wake

In all Love's early bliss;

Oh, Time all other gifts may take,

So he but leaves us this!
Then let joy alone be remember'd now,

Let our sorrows go sleep awhile;

Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow,
Let Love light it up with his smile!

LOVE THEE, DEAREST? LOVE THEE ?

LOVE thee, dearest? love thee?

Yes, by yonder star I swear,