LOUISA ANNE TWAMLY.

Come, Lady mine, into the woods, for there
The sweet May lilies their beauties show,
Bending their slender stems, whose pearly bells,
Like cups o'er-filled with perfume, shed it forth,
Lading the fragrant air.

Come, Love mine,

And I will show thee how the lilies fair

Are guardian'd by their tall and shelt'ring leaves,

Who brave themselves the rude and boisterous wind

To shield from every harm the fair things wrapped

Safe by their careful love.

Smile, Lady mine,

And though thou art so passing fair, yet deign

To imitate the lily-bells and I

Will shelter thee from every unkind breath,

And fold thee close in true and faithful love,

E'en as those leaves the flowers.

THOMAS LITTLE.

Tell me the witching tale again,
For never has my heart or ear
Hung on so sweet, so pure a strain,
So pure to feel, so sweet to hear.

I bring, my love, a golden chain.

I bring her, too, a flowery wreath;

The gold shall never wear a stain,

The flow'rets long shall sweetly breathe. Come, tell me, which the tie shall be, To bind her gentle heart to me?

Just then, the garland's brightest rose.

Gave one of its love-breathing sighs Oh! who can ask how Fanny chose,

That ever look'd in Fanny's eyes?

"The Wreath, my life, the Wreath shall be "The tie to bind my soul to thee."