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True Love-Eternal.

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Still wrestling with the angel, till its pride
Feels all the strength departed from its side:
Then joined and joined for ever, loving loved,
Life's darkest hours are met and met unmoved;
Hand link'd in hand the wedded pair pass on,
Through the world's changes still unchanging, one.
CROLY.

LOVE.

YES, love indeed is light from heaven,
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Allah given,
To lift from earth our low desire.
Devotion wafts the soul above;
But heaven itself descends in love,—
A feeling from the Godhead caught,
To wean from self each sordid thought,-
A ray of Him who formed the whole,-
A glory circling round the soul.

BYRON.

TRUE BEAUTY.

JOU miss the fine and secret art,
To win the castle of the heart,
For which you all contend,

Who marshal, brilliant from the box,
Fans, feathers, diamonds, castled locks--
Your magazine of arms.

The nymph-like robe; the natural grace;
The smile the native of the face;
Refinement without art;

The eye, where pure affection gleams;
The tear, from tenderness that streams;
The accents of the heart;

The trembling frame; the living cheek
Where, like the morning, blushes break
To crimson o'er the breast;
The look, where sentiment is seen;
Fine passions, moving o'er the mien;
And all the soul expressed-

Your beauties these, with these you shine,

And reign on high by right divine

The sovereigns of the world.

LOGAN.

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"TWAS the bliss - the fount of bliss

Tinging all other joys with this,

Of hearts that through long years have grown Warm for each other, though unknown,

Without a dream yet many a sigh

For that, which drew in secret nigh

Till in an instant glance has shone

The flash, that melts two hearts in one

To sever, when shall cease to be

God's mystic throne! Eternity!

Oh! 'twas an hour of that blest cast,

Which, though ne'er seen till felt-when past,

For ever stands the radiant pole

Of each beloved magnetic soul,

And leaves a gem, 'twere worth distress
Of slow-year'd ages to possess.

That hour has left for thee a light

That fears no power of storm or night;

Distance may grieve, and years entwine
The bond of absence, yet to thine
Shall ever turn that light of love
On earth; or, if in heaven above,
Down shall its gladdening beanis be sent

To guide thee by the way it went.

HOWITT.

TRUE LOVE.

ET me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove :

Oh, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom ;-

It this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

SHAKSPEARE,

DOMESTIC LOVE.

H, Twilight! Spirit that doth render birth
To dim enchantments, melting heaven with
earth;

Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness, like the atmosphere of dreams;
Thy hour to all is welcome! Faint and sweet
Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet,
Who, slow returning from his task of toil,
Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil,

And though such radiance round him brightly glows,
Marks the small spark his cottage window throws;
Still, as his heart forestalls his weary pace,
Fondly he dreams of each familiar face,
Recals the treasures of his narrow life,
His rosy children and his sunburnt wife,
To whom his coming is the chief event
Of simple days, in simple labour spent.
The rich man's chariot hath gone whirling past,
And those poor cottagers have only cast
One careless glance on all that show of pride,
Then to their tasks turned quietly aside.

But him they wait for, him they welcome home,
Fond sentinels look forth to see him come;

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