Farewell!

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For others' weal avail'd on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,

But waft thy name beyond the sky. "T were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh:

Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,

Are in that word, - Farewell! Farewell!

These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;
But in my breast, and in my brain,
Awake the pangs that pass not by,

The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns, nor dares complain,

Though grief and passion there rebel;
I only know we loved in vain, —
I only feel,- Farewell! Farewell!

BYRON.

Life.

A boat lay on the summer sea,
The light waves round it leaping;
While laughing sunbeams, bright and free,
Played o'er an infant sleeping;

And far away, that bark in glee
Was o'er the bright deep straying;
While all around the dimpling sea
With zephyrs soft was playing.

Oh! it was sweet around that child
To see the ripples dancing,

And o'er its brow so soft and mild
The sunbeams brightly glancing;

And then I prayed that naught might break
The angel spell that bound it,
Or from its dreams the spirit wake
That played so soft around it.

But when far off upon the sky
I saw the tempest lower,

A mournful tear bedimmed mine eye
For that unconscious flower;

For still that bark rocked gay and light,

The rosy hours beguiling,

And still within, as fair and bright,

That infant form lay smiling.

I turned away; for who could see
That child awake to sorrow?

The brightest smile so swiftly flee
That Earth from Heaven may borrow?
For well I knew the angry wave

Would soon in wrath surround it,
And make its wild and lonely grave
Mid ocean-weeds that bound it.

Ah! thus, methought, on life's bright tide
We make our youthful pillow,
And gaily o'er its waters glide,
From billow on to billow;

But oh! too soon the angry storm
Blots out each vision brightest ;
And oft, alas! it wraps the form
In which the heart beats lightest.

J. T. HEADLEY.

The Floweret.

I marked, when the morning sun shone bright, Where a floweret in beauty grew;

Its petals oped to the rosy light,

As it laughed in the sparkling dew!

And a grateful fragrance the blossom flung
To the sportive winds that play;

While o'er it a raptured wild bird hung,
And carolled his love-taught lay.

I came again, when an hour had flown,
And sought for my floweret fair;
All vain, alas, for the blossom was gone,
And sad was the silent air!

I mourned when I thought on its radiant hue,
And remembered its look of pride;

I bowed me in grief where its beauty grew,
And wept where my floweret died.

Then I turned my gaze to the azure sky,
And thought on the God above,
Who heareth the hungry raven's cry,

And whose holiest name is Love.

And I dried my tears, as my fancy roved

To the realm by angels trod;

For I knew that the blossom from earth removed, Bloomed bright in the gardens of God!

Oh!

ye,

who have watched o'er its fragrant birth As it oped to the balmy day,

Weep not that no longer it smileth on earth,

To gladden your weary way.

No more shall ye fear for the morning's blight,
Nor dread the cold chills of even;

For afar, in a realm of celestial light,
Your floweret is blooming in heaven,

C. W. EVEREST.