ROSICRUCIUS.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
LINES.
| Sleep on, thou dear maiden, I'll guard thee from harm, No foe shall come nigh thee while strength's in this arm; As thy sweet breath comes o'er me wild wishes may rise, But honor still whispers—Remember the ties Which bind her to one to whom she is dear As his hopes of a heaven, she's all he has here. Yes, far be it from me my friend to betray— To gain thy affections, whilst he, far away, But little suspects me, or dreams I would dare To deceive his heart's treasure—so lovely, so fair: Then sleep on, thou dear maiden, I'll guard thee from harm, No foe shall come nigh thee while strength's in this arm. |
J. M. C. D.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.