THE FLOWER OF LOVE.

HE Tulip called to the Eglantine :
Good neighbor, I hope you see

How the throngs that visit the garden come
Το pay their respects to me;

The florist admires my elegant robe
And praises its rainbow ray,

But when shall spring visit the mouldering Till it seems as if through his raptured eyes

urn?

Oh, when shall it dawn on the night of the

grave?

be
may so," said the Eglantine:
"In a humble nook I dwell,

"Twas thus, by the glare of false science And what is passing among the great

betrayed

I cannot know so well;

That leads to bewilder and dazzles to But they

blind

But they speak of me as the flower of love,
And that low-whispered name.

My thoughts wont to roam from shade on- Is dearer to me and my infant buds

ward to shade,

Destruction before me and sorrow behind.

'Oh pity, great Father of light,' then I

cried,

Thy creature, who fain would not wander

from thee;

Than the loudest breath of fame."

LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY.

LOVE FOR LOVE.

Lo! humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride: I NE'ER could any lustre see

From doubt and from darkness thou only

canst free.'

"And darkness and doubt are now flying

away;

No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn.
So breaks on the traveller faint and astray
The bright and the balmy effulgence of

morn.

See Truth, Love and Mercy in triumph descending,

And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending,

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb."

JAMES BEATTIE.

In that would not look on me;
eyes
I ne'er saw nectar on a lip

But where my own did hope to sip.
Has the maid who seeks my heart
Cheeks of rose untouched by art?
I will own the color true
When yielding blushes aid their hue.

Is her hand so soft and pure?
I must press it to be sure;
Nor can I be certain then
Till it, grateful, press again.
Must I, with attentive eye,
Watch her heaving bosom sigh?
I will do so when I see
That heaving bosom sigh for me.

RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN.

Friends, shall we not bestow our charity? The chill increases doubly while we stand;

WOODS IN SPRING.

AIL, Source of being! Uni- When first the soul of Love is sent abroad Warm through the vital air, and on the

Harmonious seizes, the gay troops begin

To thee I bend the knee, to In gallant thought to plume the painted

Continual climb, who with a And try again the long-forgotten strain
At first faint-warbled. But no sooner grows
The soft infusion prevalent and wide
Than, all alive, at once their joy o'erflows
In music unconfined. Up springs the lark,
Shrill-voiced and loud, the messenger of
Morn;

Their food its insects and its moss their nests; With pious toil fulfilled, the callow young,