FROM AN UNPUBLISHED TALE .

For thee, love, for thee, love,
I'll brave fate's sternest storm;
She cannot daunt or chill the hearts
Which love keeps bold and warm:
And when her clouds are blackest, nought
But thy sweet self I'll see,
Nor hear, amidst the tempest, aught
But thee, love, only thee.

For thee, love, for thee, love,
My fond heart would resign
The brightest cup that pleasure fills,
And fortune's wealthiest mine:
For pleasure's smiles are vanity,
And fortune's fade or flee;
There's purity and constancy
In thee, love, only thee.

For thee, love, for thee, love,
Life's lowly vale I'll tread,
And aid thy steps the journey through,
Nor quit thee till I'm dead;
And even then round her I love
My shade shall hovering be,
And warble notes from heav'n above
To thee, love, only thee.