But youth has magic potence still The tenderness of human love, Shall steer thee safe thro' doubt and woe, And send thee joy when none can know. Then fare thee well, our Emily, And thy full spirit sink to rest Upon thy home's beloved breast! FRAGMENT. FILL high the cup of memory! A weary Our type of peace, our household dove, And now hath found her home on high STANZAS. THOU hast left us, dearest Spirit, and left us all alone, Should be gentle as thy happy death, and peaceful as thy tomb. Thy place no longer knows thee beside the household hearth, We miss thee in our hour of woe, we miss thee in our mirth; -that thou But the thought that thou wert one of us— hast borne our name, Is more than we would part with for fortune or for fame. Thy dying gift of love, 'twas a light and slender token, And thy parting words of comfort were few and faintly spoken; But memory must forsake us, and life itself decay, Ere those gifts shall lie forgotten, or those accents pass away. Farewell, our best and fairest! a long, a proud fare well! May those who love thee follow to the place where thou dost dwell Like the lovely star that led from far the wanderers to their God, May'st thou guide us in the pathway which thy feet in beauty trod. MY SISTER. SHE sang-perchance to wile the hours, I ask'd her not to wake the note To all intents and ends my own; |