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SONG. 



Should Beauty fade? 



I '11 love the rose when pale, 

 And shield its frailty from the winter gale. 



Say Fortune frown ? 



My heart more fondly clings 

 To the soft shelter of Love's purple wings. 



Should Love disdain ? 



A song shall win his smile, 

 And bright-eyed Hope the fugitive beguile. 



Too fatal Age ! 



Yet Age shall hear the tale 

 Of Youth, and Love, and Memory prevail. 



THE MUSIC OF SPRING. 



Spring comes, with pearls her leafy garland set, 



And to the summons of her herald dove 



Woodland and field wake into songs of love; 



And many a bee its merry canzonet 



Hums in the cell of the young violet 



Music would seem — such fancies suit the hour — 



On wings of perfume borne from flower to flower; 



Now 'mid the woodbine of yon parapet; 



Now on the thymy hill ; now to the height 



Of azure darting, as with orient light 



Plumed appears its wild unresting pinion ; 



And now, in a full sweep of harmony, 



With the West wind o'er the profound dominion 



Free-voyaging of the majestic Sea. 



TO ANNE. 

 Ye friends of early days ! whose hearts so fond, 

 Like sister tendrils of the Spring, entwined ; 

 When sadly sever'd, not a look beyond 

 Your little world of woe ye ventured, blind 

 To future providence, — nor thought to find 

 Affections new in after time resume. 

 Like germs transplanted, the parental bloom — 

 A vernal beauty in the autumnal mind. 

 Oh my fair cousin ! but till now unknown, 

 And now so much esteem'd, my gentle friend, 

 My mother's friend, in this our friendship own 

 No friendship strange or new, — for such soon end, — 

 But one revived; true friendship never dies, 

 But springs and springs again in spite of stormy skies. 



