Forgetting, or never

Regretting its roses-
Its old agitations

Of myrtles and roses :

For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies

A holier odor

About it, of pansies—

A rosemary odor,

Commingled with pansies-

With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.

And so it lies happily,
Bathing in many

A dream of the truth

And the beauty of Annie

Drowned in a bath

Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kissed me,

She fondly caressed,

And then I fell gently

To sleep on her breast

Deeply to sleep

From the heaven of her breast.

When the light was extinguished,.

She covered me warm, And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm—

To the queen of the angels

To shield me from harm.

And I lie so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
(Knowing her love)

That you fancy me dead

And I rest so contentedly,

Now, in my bed,

(With her love at my breast)

That you fancy me dead-

That you shudder to look at me,

Thinking me dead :

But my heart it is brighter

Than all of the many Stars in the sky,

For it sparkles with AnnieIt glows with the light

Of the love of my AnnieWith the thought of the light Of the eyes of my Annie.

то

I HEED not that my earthly lot
Hath--little of Earth in it—

That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:-
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,

But that you sorrow for my fate,
Who am a passer by.

(122)

BRIDAL BALLAD.

THE ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand

Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well;

But, when first he breathed his vow

I felt my bosom swell

For the words rang as a knell,

And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.