Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride

Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less-less bright

The stars of the night

Than the eyes of the radiant girl!

And never a flake

That the vapour can make

With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,

Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl

Can

compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl.

Now Doubt-now Pain

Come never again,

For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,

And all day long

Shines, bright and strong,

Astarté within the sky,

While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye

While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

TO F

ELOVED! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-

(Drear path, alas! where grows

Not even one lonely rose)

My soul at least a solace hath

In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.

And thus thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms-but where meanwhile

Serenest skies continually

Just o'er that one bright island smile.