We strolled along ’mid blooming flow’rs,
Till ’neath a spreading tree,
We sat where swift the raptured hours
Flew o’er my love and me;
And when at last time bade us part,
I kissed those lips so sweet,
And little dreamed but we should still
Oft thus together meet.
But us the stars of heav’n depart,
When dawn her glory brings,
One morn the angels bore her off
Upon their snowy wings!
Yet, in the golden realms above,
I trust some day to see,
With endless joy, the one who made
This earth a Heaven to me!
TO A FIRE-FLY.
Blithesome insect, gently flying
Thro’ the shades of night,
As we see thy rays of brightness,
May our hopes be bright;
And tho’ with life’s cares encompass’d,
May our hearts be light.
MY OLD NEW ENGLAND HOME.
When the stars above, in gladness,
Twinkle thro’ the evening gloam,
With a mingled joy and sadness,
Often do my fancies roam
Backward to the vanished pleasures
Of my old New England home.