No, no! that heart is only mine

By ties all other ties above, For I have wed it at a shrine

Where we have had no priest but Love.

SONG.

WHEN Time, who steals our years away,
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.

Then, Julia, when thy beauty's flow'r
Shall feel the wintry air,

Remembrance will recall the hour

When thou alone wert fair.

Then talk no more of future gloom;

Our joys shall always last;

For Hope shall brighten days to come, And Mem'ry gild the past.

Come, Chloe, fill the genial bowl,
I drink to Love and thee:
Thou never canst decay in soul,
Thou'lt still be young for me.

And as thy lips the tear-drop chase,
Which on my cheek they find,

So hope shall steal away the trace
That sorrow leaves behind.

Then fill the bowl-away with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;

For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.

But mark, at thought of future years
When love shall lose its soul,

My Chloe drops her timid tears,
They mingle with my bowl.

How like this bowl of wine, my fair,
Our loving life shall fleet;

Though tears may sometimes mingle there,

The draught will still be sweet.

Then fill the cup - away with gloom!

Our joys shall always last;

For Hope will brighten days to come,

And Mem'ry gild the past.

SONG.

HAVE you not seen the timid tear,
Steal trembling from mine eye?
Have you not mark'd the flush of fear,
Or caught the murmur'd sigh?
And can you think my love is chill,
Nor fix'd on you alone?

And can you rend, by doubting still.
A heart so much your own?

To you my soul's affections move,
Devoutly, warmly true;

My life has been a task of love,

One long, long thought of you.
If all your tender faith be o'er,

If still my truth you'll try;
Alas, I know but one proof more-

I'll bless your name, and die!

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REUBEN AND ROSE.

A TALE OF ROMANCE.

THE darkness that hung upon Willumberg's walls Had long been remember'd with awe and dismay; For years not a sunbeam had play'd in its halls, And it seem'd as shut out from the regions of day.

Though the valleys were brighten'd by many a beam, Yet none could the woods of that castle illume; And the lightning, which flash'd on the neighbouring stream,

Flew back, as if fearing to enter the gloom!

"Oh! when shall this horrible darkness disperse!" Said Willumberg's lord to the Seer of the Cave;— "It can never dispel," said the wizard of verse, "Till the bright star of chivalry sinks in the wave!"

And ho was the bright star of chivalry then?

could be but Reuben, the flow'r of the age?