Oh! blessed be her power!

She can recall the absent and the dead;

Bright beams of sunny gladness round us shed In many an evil hour!

Nerve the weak soul life's trials to sustain,And bid departed pleasures live again!

And honoured be the Bard

Whose lay calls forth-as by a mighty spellThe treasures buried deep in Memory's cell!-What shall that lay reward?

The world accords to him undying Fame,

And "MEMORY" consecrates her Poet's name!

SONG.

THINK OF M E.

WHEN the early dawn is breaking,
And fond dreams with darkness flee;
When from slumber thou art waking,
Think of me!

When the heat, at noon-day burning,
Lures thee to some shady spot,

Shall one, whose heart for thee is yearning,
Be forgot?

When thou roamest forth at even,

And sweet memories steal o'er thee;

Let one thought to me be given:

Think of me !

When the shades of night are round thee,— When Peace broods o'er earth and sea;Ere the spells of sleep have bound thee, PRAY for me!

THE BRIDE's FAREWELL TO HOME.

I LEAVE my home-my early friends

All who were dear to me,—

To seek a new and distant scene,
My chosen One! with thee.

I look upon my Father's face,
With sad foreboding fears;-

I see, with heartfelt agony,
My Mother's silent tears.

My Sister hangs around my neck,
With words of earnest love;

And asks what unknown power can tempt
My wayward steps to rove.

By cheering smiles and kindly looks,
My Brother's care is shown;-
I know how much his spirit feels,
By his voice's altered tone!

I quit the friends whose changeless truth
And watchful care I've proved,-

By whom, from the first dawn of life,
I have been fondly loved!

Bless me, my Father!-Mother, speak

One word to cheer me on!

Oh! do not cease to think of me,—
To pray for me, when gone.

-Bear with me, DEAREST! I am thine,— But cannot check these tears;

Nor part unmoved from friends whose faith Has stood the test of years.

And thou, when time has dimmed my eye

Drawn wrinkles in my brow

Oh! will thy love be then as deep,

As fond as it is now?

-Take me away-my young heart clings

Too fondly to this spot;

Yet I can rend such ties as these,

To share thy future lot.

THE DEAD.

"Weep not for the Dead!"

WEEP not for the Dead!-We know that their slum

bers

Can be broken no more by the world's heavy woes : No thought of the future their bosom encumbers,--No deep-rooted sorrows disturb their repose! We tremble to think that the moments of gladness

Are fleeting as even the Spring's fairest flower;That the young joyous heart may be blighted by sad

ness,

As o'er Summer's bright sunshine the heaviest storms lour!

Hath the friend that in youth ye most honoured and cherished,

Gone first to the land whence no travellers return ?Hath the child of your love in its infancy perished ?— Doth thy soul for the loved and the lost vainly yearn P

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