Sylvia, forbear the Youth to blame,
Who would have fain with you been bless'd;
The Youth who realy felt a Flame,
Strong as the Words in which express'd;
Who than your Wishes could have been more kind,
And so remain'd as long as Love could bind.

Well you remember how he strove,
How at your Feet he sighing lay,
How many Times you scorn'd his Love,
E'er he receiv'd the dreadful Nay:
But Fire itself, against a Marble Stone,
Will by Degrees do as his Love has done.

Had but your Lips or Eyes betray'd

O mother! thou art chang'd since erst
Thy love thine infant daughter nurst;
Sweet songs that infant daughter heard —
Another babe is now preferr'd.

When I was weak and young and small,
O! thou wert love and kindness all;
Now if a youth but speak to me,
I hear reproachful words from thee.

R EPROACH me not — my mother, now!
But let me take the marriage vow —
At love's soft name my bosom sighs,
And love is bursting from mine eyes.

Long aeons since, in leafy woodlands sweet,
Diana, weary with the eager chase,
Was wont to seek full oft some trysting-place
Loved of her rosy train; some cool retreat
Of crystal springs, deep-bowered from the heat
Of sultry noon, wherein each subtle grace
Of snowy form and radiant flower-face,
Narcissus-like, goddess and nymph might greet.
Diana long hath fleeted 'yond the main;
The founts which erst she loved are all bereft;
No more 'mid violet-banks her feet are set;
Silent her silvern bugle, fled her train;

The shepherdess within a sunny grove,
In the black wood, a shepherd — watch'd their sheep,
" O come to me, sweet love!
Come hither! thou shalt keep
Joy in my bosom treasur'd deep. "

BY JAMES H. PERKINS .

Oh! merry, merry be the day,
 And bright the star of even—
For 't is our duty to be gay,
And tread in holy joy our way;
 Grief never came from Heaven,
My love—
 It never came from Heaven.

Then let us not, though woes betide,
 Complain of Fortune's spite, love;
As rock-encircled trees combine,
And nearer grow, and closer twine,
 So let our hearts unite,
My love—
 So let our hearts unite.

And though the circle here be small

Oh, Love is full of high disdains,
And Passion sharp with bitter pains:
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Love is a rose that holds a bee,
Which stings and dies; but what care we?
The rose remains!

I

When I was young, and wanton, wide-eyed Life
Teased me from sleeping, Love himself did come
Me to console and learn to dream awake.
With heavenly toys my pillow he bestrewed,
Gifts of Dame Venus in his babyhood —
The little mirror that had held her face;
A golden shoe that Pegasus had cast,
One of her dove's bright plumes, an irised edge
Broke from the shell she lay in at her birth:
A rose kissed open by immortal lips.
All night I with the pretty baubles played,
Then asked his name, not knowing him who he was.

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Love calls me from my deeds of fame
To his own sweeter service — I
Summon each cherish'd maiden's name,
And ask — to which my soul should fly,
And seek with her a brighter glory
Than ever fill'd the page of story.

But ill my service is repaid,
For Love has planted in my breast
A pang that will not give me rest —
Nor heeds the mischief he has made.

M Y senses are by passion driven,
On to the very gates of heaven;
Delight is handmaid to desire,

The little birds in copse and hatch
Were singing as their throats would break;
The little nestlings in the thatch
Were crying hungrily awake;
The little bantam on the green,
With sunlight ruddy in his comb,
Went strutting eager to be seen:
And thou, my love, wast coming home!

The beauteous warbling of the birds,
The simple things they had to say,
The callow beaks, so full of words,
Did make a music of the day:
That bit o' sunbeam bright as blood,
So like a feather in the comb,
Through all creation seemed to flood,

The angry winds not aye
Do cuff the roaring deep,
And though heavens often weep,
Yet do they smile for joy when comes dismay:
Frosts do not ever kill the pleasant flow'rs,
And love hath sweets when gone are all the soures.
This said a shepheard, closing in his armes
His deare, who blusht to feele love's new alarmes.