A LOVE GIFT. The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the conceal'd comforts of a man LOVE'S BEGINNING. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? SHAKSPERE. THE FIRST AVOWAL. Ir was no fancy, he had named the name It was the first time her young ear had heard 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. B 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, 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. |