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ARTOR. LENOX AND SILBEN IGUN BATIA. 3

With no look of longing cast
Backward on the faded past,

And no thought of pain or sorrow
Darkening the expected morrow.

Though but in the painter's thought
Lived the group thus fairly wrought,
And with tints which fancy bore,
Decked his hand the Cottage Door,
In our land of pleasant glades,
'Neath the oak's embowering shades,
Or the beech's vista green,

Many a group as fair is seen;

And to us, though youth's sweet spring
Long in flight has spread its wing,
Grateful should the thought be still,
That, unchecked by dread of ill,
Thousands at this hour possess

Hopes as gay in fancy's dress,—
Thoughts as peaceful, dreams as bright,
Sports as suited to delight,

As with cheering power abode
Once beside our onward road,
And, in well-remembered hours,
Ere regret had birth, were ours.

C

H.

I THINK OF THEE.

BY MR. CAMPBELL.

I THINK of thee-I think of thee,
And all that thou hast borne for me;
In hours of gloom or heartless glee,
I think of thee-I think of thee!

When fiercest rage the storms of fate,
And all around is desolate,

I pour on life's tempestuous sea

The oil of peace-with thoughts of thee!

Where fortune frowns, and hopes deceive me,
And summer-friends in sorrow leave me,
A Timon, from the world I flee-

My wreck of wealth-sweet dreams of thee!

Or, if I join the careless crowd,

Where laughter peels and mirth grows loud, E'en in my hours of revelry,

I turn to thee-I turn to thee!

I think of thee-I think and sigh
O'er blighted years, and bliss gone by;
And mourn the stern, severe decree,
That spared me only thoughts of thee!

In youth's gay spring, 'mid pleasure's bow'rs,
Where all is sunshine, mirth, and flow'rs,
We met:-I bent th' adoring knee

And told a tender tale to thee!

'Twas summer's eve-the heavens above, Earth, ocean, air were full of love,Nature around kept jubilee

When first I breathed that tale to thee!

The crystal clouds that hung on high
Were blue as thy delicious eye;
The stirless shore, and sleeping sea,
Seem'd emblems of repose and thee!

I spoke of hope-I spoke of fear;
Thy answer was a blush and tear;
But this was eloquence to me,

And more than I had ask'd of thee!