The twilight hour is over! And the tread of homeward feet, Gleam through the misty street. No more I mark the objects In my cold and cheerless room; The fire's unheeded embers Have sunk and all is gloom; Against the silent wall, And my eyes turn sadly towards them, When her long last watch was over, And her hope seemed wild and vain ;— By all the tender mercy God hath shown to human grief, When fate or man's perverseness Denied and barred relief,— By the helpless woe which taught me To look to Him alone, From the vain appeals for justice WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER." WE have been friends together, In sunshine and in shade, Since first beneath the chestnut trees But coldness dwells within thy heart-- We have been gay together; We have laughed at little jests: We have been sad together— O'er the grass-grown graves, where slumbered The hopes of early years. The voices which are silent there Would bid thee clear thy brow; We have been sad together— O! what shall part us now? THE FALLEN WE LEAVES. E stand among the fallen leaves, Young children at our play, And laugh to see the yellow things Go rustling on their way: Right merrily we hunt them down, The autumn winds and we, Or sunbeams gild the tree: Where withered boughs are strown; Nor past nor future checks our songThe present is our own. We stand among the fallen leaves In youth's enchanted springWhen hope (who wearies at the last) First spreads her eagle wing. We tread with steps of conscious strength And the colour kindles in our cheek As blows the winter breeze; While, gazing towards the cold gray sky, Clouded with snow and rain, We wish the old year all passed by, And the young spring come again. We stand among the fallen leaves Come round us, as those autumn leaves We stand among the fallen leaves Samuel Lover. RORY O'MORE; OR, GOOD OMENS. ́OUNG Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn YOUNG He was bold as the hawk, and she soft as the dawn; He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please, And he thought the best way to do that was to tease. Now, Rory, be aisy," sweet Kathleen would cry, Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye "With your tricks, I don't know, in throth, what I'm about; Faith, you've teased till I've put on my cloak inside out." And 'tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be sure? 66 Indeed, then," says Kathleen, "don't think of the like, For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike; The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound”. "Faith!" says Rory, "I'd rather love you than the ground." "Now, Rory, I'll cry if you don't let me go; Sure I dream every night that I'm hating you so!" my dear. Och! jewel, keep dhraming that same till you die, |