To make us loving to the loveless ones;

Willing indeed to halve our meed of bliss,

If our sweet plenty others' want atones:

Of love's abundance may God give thee store,

To spend in love's sweet charities, Lenore.

[ LOVE'S FOOTSTEPS.]

I sang a song of olden times,

Sitting upon our sacred hill—

Sang it to feel my bosom thrill