I’ll think of thee, dearest, while thou art afar,
And I’ll liken thy smile to the night’s fairest star:
As the ocean-shell breathes of its home in the sea—
So in absence my spirit will murmur of thee!
P. B.
Boston, July, 1836.
COTTAGE LIFE.
Oh! happy cottage life,
Far from foul gain, and rude ambitious strife!
And oh thrice happy ye,