THE YOUNGER SISTER. SHE sported round him, gay and light Now startling him from grave reflection Oh, prize her well! for who can know In what heart-pain, what stifling woe, Her looks, her soothing words, may be The breath of inward life to thee? Yet not for this-nay, shame on me, That I should speak such words to thee! Of thy true spirit counsel take, And love her for her own love's sake! SONNET. www. I WOKE with beating heart and throbbing brain : A haunting care, upon my spirit prey'd, And deeper thoughts, pregnant with obscure pain, When lo a voice-'twas a light-hearted boy Lay hush'd and tranquil as a summer main. * And obscure pangs made curses of his sleep. S. T. COLERIDGE. * I AM FAR FROM HER. www I AM far from her whom my soul loves best, For I know that my love is good and pure, For chance to ruffle, or absence chill. We have loved thro' want, we have loved thro' wrong, We have felt the blight of the slanderer's tongue; And the selfish scorner's worldly eye Has mock'd at our calm fidelity. But our friendship droop'd not in the shower, Then onward, onward, in hope and joy! We are far apart, but our meeting is nigh; Our term of trial will soon be o'er, And the true shall meet, to part no more! HOW CAN I SING? How can I sing? all power, all good, And I, in darkness and alone, Sit cowering o'er the embers drear, Remembering how, of old, it shone A light to guide,-a warmth to cheer. Oh! when shall care and strife be o'er, The lamp of hope is quench'd in night, And dull is friendship's soul-bright eye, And quench'd the hearth of home-delight, And mute the voice of phantasy. E |