SONG.

I've roam'd the thorny path of life,

And search'd abroad to find.

Amid the blooming flowers so rife,

That germ called peace of mind.

At length a lovely lily caught

My anxious, longing view,

With all the sweets of "Heartsease" fraught,

That fragrant flower was YOU.

Thy smile to me is Heaven divine,

Thy voice the soul of Love—

In pity, then, sweet maid, be mine,

My "heartsease" flow'ret prove.

Nor wealth nor power would I attain,

Though uncontrolled and free—

All other joys to me are pain,

When sever'd, love, from THEE.

ELFORD.