Of memory's glow, of dreams that shed
The tinge of joy, when joy is fled,
And all the heart's illusive hoard

Of love renew'd and friends restor❜d!
Now, sweet, adieu!-this artless air,
And a few rhymes, in transcript fair,*
Are all the gifts I yet can boast
To send you from Columbia's coast;
But, when the sun, with warmer smile,
Shall light me to my destin'd isle,†
You shall have many a cowslip-bell
Where Ariel slept, and many a shell,
In which the gentle spirit drew
From honey-flowers the morning dew!

* The poems, which immediately follow.
† Bermuda.

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CARA,

After an Interval of Absence.

CONCEAL'D within the shady wood

A mother left her sleeping child, And flew, to cull her rustic food, The fruitage of the forest wild..

But storms upon her path-way rise,
The mother roams, astray and weeping;

Far from the weak appealing cries

Of him she left so sweetly sleeping.

She hopes, she fears; a light is seen,
And gentler blows the night-wind's breath
Yet no-'tis gone the storms are keen,
The baby may be chill'd to death!

Perhaps his little eyes are shaded
Dim by death's eternal chill-
And yet, perhaps, they are not faded,
Life and love may light them still.

Thus, when my soul, with parting sigh,
Hung on thy hand's bewildering touch,
And, timid, ask'd that speaking eye,
If parting pain'd thee half so much,

I thought, and, oh! forgive the thought,
For who, by eyes like thine inspir'd,
Could e'er resist the flattering fault

Of fancying what his soul desir'd?

Yes-I did think, in CARA's mind, Though yet to CARA's mind unknown, I left one infant wish behind,

One feeling, which I call'd my own!

Oh blest! though but in fancy blest,
How did I ask of pity's care,
To shield and strengthen, in thy breast,
The nursling I had cradled there.

And, many an hour beguil'd by pleasure, And many an hour of sorrow numbering,

I ne'er forgot the new-born treasure,
I left within thy bosom slumbering.

Perhaps, indifference has not chill'd it, Haply, it yet a throb may giveYet, no-perhaps a doubt has kill'd it! Oh, CARA!-does the infant live?,

ΤΟ

CARA.

On the Dawning of a New Year's Day.

WHEN midnight came to close the year,

We sigh'd to think it thus should take The hours it gave us-hours as dear

As sympathy and love could make Their blessed moments! every sun Saw us, my love, more closely one!

But, CARA, when the dawn was nigh
Which came another year to shed,
The smile we caught from eye to eye

Told us, those moments were not fled;

Oh no!-we felt, some future sun
Should see us still more closely one!

Thus may we ever, side by side,
From happy years to happier glide,
And still, my CARA, may the sigh

We give to hours, that vanish o'er us,
Be follow'd by the smiling eye,

That Hope shall shed on scenes before us!