riBST EMOTION OE LOVE. 
Away with those fictions of flimsy romance! 
Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove! 
Give me the mild beam of the love-breathing glance, 
Or the rapture that dwells on the first kiss of love. 
Te rhymers whose bosoms with phantasy glow, 
Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove, 
Erom what blest inspiration your sonnets would 
flow. 
Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love, t 
When age chiUs the blood, when our pleasures are 
past,— 
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove, — 
The dearest remembrance will stiU be the last; 
Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love. 
BXEON. 
There, on the banks of that bright river born, 
The flowers that hung above its wave at mom, 
Blest not the waters as they murmured by. 
With holier scent and lustre, than the sigh 
And virgin glance of first affection cast 
Upon their youth’s smooth current as it past. 
MOOEE. 
