INTRODUCTION IN AN ALBUM. A PLANT with leaves, but without flowers, It lacks the springs refreshing showers, No bud gives promise of perfume, A sky without a star's mild light If thro' the broken clouds but play The ripple which the waters make Is better than the silent lake, Unruffled, deep and still And who would not even storms prefer And thus I bid the buds awake, And shed around their bloom The stars I also pray to break From darkness and from gloom And give their perfume and their light, Undimmed by clouds, untouched by blight. IMPROMPTU ON THE DEATH OF MR. AND MRS. MASSE. BRIGHT was the prospect of their wedded life, To which death only can afford relief, Whence his had fled: no more her heart might lean On him who yielded her regard above All others: the paths of life together had been trod- appear, And wait that voice of love the faithful only hear! K THE TRAVELLER'S HYMN. FROM those we love, oh Lord! to part Is grievous to be borne; But thou that sooth'st the broken heart, Can teach us not to mourn. Thou that canst dry the mourner's tear, Our clouds of sorrow, oh dispel, Tho' wild waves roar and billows swell, We will not fear the lightnings wrath, Thou that art ruler of the sea, Oh guide us on our way The whirlwind and the tempest, Thee Mid all their rage obey. Oh, hush the stormy winds to peace, Thou that didst mould our mortal form, In sorrow's hour, or passion's storm, SONG. WHEN friend meets friend in social mirth, The circling glass, Mid smiles and hearty laughter And give the woe, That we must know, To the hours that shall come after. But a deeper thrill our hearts would know, The festive scene hath deep delight, Beneath the friendly veil of night Whenever in joy it brightens- Than light of star, When love its rays enlightens. |