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May Eve; or, Kate of Aberdeen CUNNINGHAM. 114

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A LOVE GIFT.

The treasures of the deep are not so precious

As are the conceal'd comforts of a man
Lock'd up in woman's love."

LOVE'S BEGINNING.

What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much?
Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.
And, Benedict, love on, I will requite thee;
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand:
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band:
For others say thou dost deserve; and I
Believe it better than reportingly.

SHAKSPERE.

THE FIRST AVOWAL.

Ir was no fancy, he had named the name
Of Love, and at the thought her cheek grew
flame:

It was the first time her young ear had heard
A lover's burning sigh, or silver word:
Her thoughts were all confusion, but most
sweet;

Her heart beat high, but pleasant was its

beat.

She murmur'd over many a snatch of song That might to her own feelings now belong; She thought upon old histories she had read, And placed herself in each high heroine's stead;

Then woke her lute, oh! there is little known

Of music's power till aided by love's own.

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LOVE THOUGHTS.

O let not words, the callous shell of thought, Intrude between thy silent soul and mine! Try not the choicest ever poet wrought; They all are discord in our life divine.

Smile not thine unbelief; but hear and say All that thou will'st, and then upon my breast

Thy gracious head in silent passion lay,
One little hour; and tell me which is best.

Now let us live our love; in after hours Words shall fit handmaids to sweet memory be;

But let them not disturb those holier bowers, The voiceless depths of perfect sympathy.

H. M. MILNES.

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