I thought that morning cloud was blessed, It moved so sweetly to the west.

I saw two summer currents

Flow smoothly to their meeting,
And join their course, with silent force,

In peace each other greeting ;
Calm was their course through banks of green,
While dimpling eddies played between.

Such be your gentle motion,

Till life's last pulse shall beat ;
Like summer's beam, and summer's stream,

Float on, in joy, to meet
A calmer sea, where storms shall cease,
A purer sky, where all is peace.

JOHN G. C. BRAINAKD.

LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY.

The fountains mingle with the river,

And the rivers with the ocean ; The winds of heaven mix forever,

With a sweet emotion ;
Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle :

Why not I with thine ?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,

And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea :What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.

THOSE EYES.

Ah! do not wanton with those eyes,

Lest I be sick with seeing ;
Nor cast them down, but let them rise,

Lest shame destroy their being.
Ah ! be not angry with those fires,

For then their threats will kill me ; Nor look too kind on my desires,

For then my hopes will spill me. Ah ! do not steep them in thy tears,

For so will sorrow slay me; Nor spread them as distraught with fears, Mine own enough betray me.

BEN JONSON.

Martha soon did it resign
To the beauteous Catharine.

Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loath and angry she to part
With the possession of my heart)

To Eliza's conquering face. Eliza till this hour might reign, Had she not evil counsels ta'en ;

Fundamental laws she broke, And still new favorites she chose, Till up in arms my passions rose,

And cast away her yoke. Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began ;

Alternately they swayed ;
And sometimes Mary was the fair,
And sometimes Anne the crown did wear,

And sometimes both I obeyed.
Another Mary then arose,
And did rigorous laws impose ;

A mighty tyrant she !
Long, alas ! should I have been
Under that iron-sceptred queen,

Had not Rebecca set me free.
When fair Rebecca set me free,
'T was then a golden time with me :

But soon those pleasures tied ;
For the gracious princess died
In her youth and beauty's pride,

And Judith reignéd in her stead.
One month, three days, and half an hour,
Judith held the sovereign power :

Wondrous beautiful her face !
But so weak and small her wit,
That she to govern was unfit,

And so Susanna took her place.
But when Isabella came,
Armed with a resistless flame,

And the artillery of her eye,
Whilst she proudly marched about,
Greater conquests to find out,

She beat out Susan, by the by. But in her place I then obeyed Black-eyed Bess, her viceroy-maid,

To whom ensued a vacancy : Thousand worse passions then possessed The interregnum of my breast;

Bless me from such an anarchy !
Gentle Henrietta then,
And a third Mary next began;

Then Joan, and Jane, and Andria;
And then a pretty Thomasine,
And then another Catharine,

And then a long et cætera.

Gie me a canny hour at e'en,

My arms about my dearie 0, An' warly cares an' warly men

May all gae tapsalteerie 0.

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,

Ye're naught but senseless asses 0 ! The wisest man the warl' e'er saw

He dearly lo'ed the lasses 0.

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes () : Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,

An' then she made the lasses 0.

ROBERT BURNS.

THE CHRONICLE.

MARGARITA first possessed,
If I remember well, my breast,

Margarita first of all ;
But when awhile the wanton maid
With my restless heart had played,

Martha took the flying ball.

A face that's best
By its own beauty drest,
And can alone command the rest :

Nature did her so much right

As she scorns the help of art.
In as many virtues dight

As e'er yet embraced a heart.
So much good so truly tried,
Some for less were deified.
Wit she hath, without desier

To make known how much she hath ; And her anger flames no higher

Than may fitly sweeten wrath.
Full of pity as may be,
Though perhaps not so to me.
Reason masters every sense,

And her virtues grace her birth;
Lovely as all excellence,

Modest in her most of mirth. Likelihood enough to prove Only worth could kindle love. Such she is; and if you know

Such a one as I have sung ;
Be she brown, or fair, or so

That she be but somewhat young ;
Be assured 't is she, or none,
That I love, and love alone.

T. CAREW.