It skills not whether brought about
By our, or others' errors-

The hearts we never dared to doubt,
Shrink from affliction's terrors.

Yet wave-like, still each hour slides on,
Still good and ill enwreath it;
And as light gilds the rising one,
"Tis darkness all, beneath it.

Then what should make us covlt
Or what should make us spurn it?
The sun-beam breaks the ocean's strife,
And clouds again inurn it!

Look to the life beyond; 'tis there
Alone that Love's immortal;
That Friendship never fades; and Care
Nears not the heaven-ward portal,

Look to the world beyond; its sun,

With quenchless rays hath crowned him; And wreaths, that honor victory won,— Eternal wreaths, bloom round him!

EYES AND STARS.

"But these puling lovers, I cannot but laugh at them, and their encomiums of their mistresses."

LINGUA.

You may talk as you will of yon beautiful star,
And believe, if ye list, nothing brighter can rise;
I will tell ye, the blaze that is brillianter far,
Hath its source in my Mary's soft eloquent eyes!

But it is not at all, that for stars you would take them, As a fanciful Bard, somewhere joyously sings;4 And could ye from sleep, see their sweet lids forsake them,

You would feel, on my life, they were much better things.

For there they are-brilliant and burning, and full
Of the richness of love, and the spirit of joy;
And he whose conceit calls them stars, is as dull
As the ass who took thistles for herbage, my boy!

Stars!-glow-worms of Heaven that flock to their
stations,

And brightest appear on the frostiest night!—
Oh! Jove keep my Mary from such congelations,
She is warmer on earth, and I'm certain as bright!

The fair western planet, that glitters so staidly too,
And looks, as ye say, like a beautiful eye;
Is placed there on purpose to liken your lady to,
But nothing like mine, will ye find in the sky.

Faith! no-you may cleave to your planets and angels;
Though excellent things in their way, I'll allow,
Yet, I think, in my heart, it were fairly to change ills,
To take for warm woman a goddess of snow!

Ne'ertheless, if some star would a compliment pay,
To the belle of the sphere, his opinion to vary;
By a monstrous hyperbole, thus he might say-
"You're as bright, my fair Star! as the Poet's love,
Mary!"

COME SING.

COME sing; I'm in a merry mood,
And fain would have a song:
Come sing, I say-By all that's good,
Thou❜lt anger me, ere long.

How can'st thou spoil my bosom's glee
With that bemoaning face,

That looks forsooth, as if-now see,

She's singing " Chevy Chase!",

J

"Then prosper long our noble king"Well, well, with all my heart;

But prithee, dost intend to sing

Both first and second part?

"Twere pretty if thou should'st; and then,

For once, good counsel take;

"Da Capo"-sing it o'er again,

I'll try to keep awake!

Humph! — that's a blessed tune; what is't?

What Hero sang Leander?

Now, vengeance! by my father's fist,

It's "Goosy, goosy gander !"

Gipsy! did ever mortal find

Such freaks since Eve and Adam?

But, an ye sing not to my mind,

I'll trounce ye, my fine madam!

What would I have? why sure you know, I've said it oft sincerely;

The tune that makes my heart dance so“I'll love you, ever dearly.”