And ere I could reply to him, he pulled and sped the dart, "You've hit me, little wretch," I cried, "I feel it through my heart." 66 Compose yourself, dear ma'am," said he, "I'll hie me to my rest;" "And I," I said, "will pour my woes into kind Friendship's breast:" Then quick to Friendship's couch I flew to tell him my despair, But ah! I found that he had fled, and Love alone was there. THE Spirit of Beauty unfurls her light, At morn, I know where she rested at night, At noon she hies to a cool retreat, Where bowering elms over waters meet, She dimples the wave where the green leaves dip, At eve she hangs o'er the western sky And round the skirts of their deepened fold, She hovers around us at twilight hour, When her presence is felt with the deepest power, She silvers the landscape, and crowds the stream With shadows that flit like a fairy dream; Then wheeling her flight through the gladdened air, The Spirit of Beauty is every where. THE WIFE. BY A. P. DINNIES. "She flung her white arms around him-Thou art all That this poor heart can cling to." I COULD have stemmed misfortune's tide, I could have smiled on every blow I could-I think I could have brooked, With less of love than now; To win thee back, and, whilst I dwelt But thus to see, from day to day, Thy brightening eye and cheek, To meet thy smiles of tenderness, Of kindness, ever breathed to bless, To mark thy strength each hour decay, It must not be; we may not part; |