[ABSENCE.]
The days are happy here, dear,
But happier would they be
Could'st thou be near to bless me
With love's sweet ministry;
Then all this beauty round me
Would on my memory lie,
As prayers of sainted mother,
Or childhood's lullaby.
Hotel Look-Off, Sugar Hill, N.H.
[A LOVE SONG.]
Oh! ecstasy rare
Comes down to share
The heart that with human love trembles;
While all on the earth
Is crowned with new birth
And everything heaven resembles.
But grief and despair
Have latent their share
In hearts that with human love tremble,
Since fires of love
Enkindled above
In frail earthen vessels assemble.