She gave him all a fond girl's heart, 'Tis over now! 'lis over now! Seem like the pulses of the natural world- Ilark the note 'Tis over now! 'tis over now! She never deemed that voice so dear, Which oft to her pledged-fond love's vow, Would pour that vow in other's ear: Which beamed so oft with love's own ray, "T'is over now! 'tis orer now! 'Tis over now! 'tis over now! The heartless farewell speech she heard, The cold dew stood upon her brow, Her white lips whispered not a word! Upon his parting form she gazed With motionless and tearless eye! He passed !-the once bright eye was glazed, The heart was still !-she could but die! "Tis over now! 'tis over now! D. IV. From the Court Magazine. Pleasant it is, within this woven bower Of wildrose, hop, and honeysuckle boughs,While perfume from the apple-blossom breathes, And Sky, Earth, Air, and Ocean are at rest, Lingering to listen. Father, which art in Heaven! Thy works proclaim thee,-morn, and noon, and night, Are full of thee-Oh! were we wise to learn! TO A FOSSIL FERN. Child of an ancient world! o'er whom the storms That shatter'd empires silently have rolld, What awful mysteries could'st thou unfold Of Chance and Change in all their various forms! Thy frond-like leaves were blooming when in glory, Proud Rome and Egypt each beheld its prime, And doubtless thou could'st tell us many a story Of mighty victors of the olden time. Geology, with microscopic eye, Regards thee as a phantom metaphoric; Claims thee as a production meteoric; From the Court Magazine. 'TIS OVER NOW! 'Tis over now! 'tis over now! The word was said and hope was gone: Despair sat brooding on her brow, She knew, she felt she was alone ! Alone!-he said he'd never part, He smiled, and she believed his smile : |