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'Mong flowers the whole summer's day, One morn in the valley a bower he found,
So sweet, it allured him to stay.
A fountain ran darkly beneath'Twas Pleasure that hung the bright flowers up there;
; Love knew it, and jump'd at the wreath.
What urchin was likely to know ?-
That fountain which murmur'd below.
IV. He caught at the wreath—but with too much haste,
As boys when impatient will doIt fell in those waters of briny taste,
And the flowers were all wet through.
And, though it all sunny appears
Still tastes of the Fountain of Tears.
SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO-DAY?
There's nothing on earth, in sea or air,
Too bright, too bold, too high, too gay,
For spirits like mine to dare ! 'Tis like the returning bloom
Of those days, alas! gone by, When I loved each hour-I scarce knew whom,
And was bless'd—I scarce knew why.
And flew~oh, flew so wild a height,
'Twas giddy with too much light; And, though of some plumes bereft,
With that sun, too, nearly set,
For a few gay soarings yet.
BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS!
1. Bright be thy dreams—may all thy weeping Turn into smiles while thou art sleeping.
Those by death or seas removed, Friends, who in thy spring-time knew thee,
All thou'st ever prized or loved, In dreams come smiling to thee !
II. There may the child, whose love lay deepest, Dearest of all, come while thou sleepest ;
Still the samem-no charnı forgotNothing lost that life had given;
Or, if changed, but changed to what Thou'lt find her yet in Heaven!
GO, THENTIS VAIN.
Thus round a hope that's dead-
'Twas sweet--'twas false'tis fled! Farewell! since nought it moves thee,
Such trutla as mine to see,
Some one, who far less loves thee,
Perhaps more bless'd will be.
New life around me shed !
those charms surrender
May be more bless'd than I.
THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS.
I. O'ER mountains bright with snow and light,
We Crystal Hunters speed along,
Each instant echo to our song ;