YELLOW STAR GRASS. 



AIMLESS SENTIMENT. 



STANZAS. 



BY (J. F. HOFFMAN. 



" Lady Bell. — When I am sad I commune with the stars." — old plav. 



Oh ! tell not the stars, the free scars, of thy sadness, 

 If moments there be when the feeling steals o'er thee,; 



They may smile like the gay, o'er thy moments of gladness, 

 And gild each bright hope with a ray of their glory. 



But their beams are too cold, and too far off, for sorrow 

 To awaken a sigh in their chorus of mirth, 



And the heart that in sadness would sympathy borrow, 

 Must look for a lender much nearer the earth. 



Then lavish no more on those chilly orbs yonder 

 The treasures of feeling they cannot return ; 



While yet on the planet from which thy thoughts wander, 

 There is one heart at least will with sympathy burn. 



