cjoeet anil iJair, 1^0^-^ A / ^ ^^ ^1 Copyright 1887, by H. GUGGENHEIMER. NEW YORK : ^^<^t auc^ O sweet and fair ! O rich and rare ! That day so long ago ; The autumn sunshine everywhere, The heather all aglow ! The ferns were clad in cloth of gold, The waves sang on the shore, When first we met, may such waves sing Forever, evermore. Anon, iIo^op[2^, Valentine can never die ; Wrecks of the past Float o'er the memory Even to the last, Many a happy thing, Many a daisied spring Floats far away But valentine can never die, Saith my philosophy. A no 71. l^s-Vep lop^otter2 Forget thee? Bid the forest-birds Forget their sweetest tune, Forget thee ? Bid the sea forget To swell beneath the moon, Bid thirsty flowers forget to drink The eve's refreshing dcAV Thyself forget thy own dear land And its mountains mild and blue, Forget each old, familiar face Each long remembered spot, When these things are forgot by thee Then thou shalt be forgot ! Keep, if thou wilt, thy maiden peace Still calm and fancy free. For God forbid thy gladsome heart Should grow less glad for me ! John Moultrie. Thy memory as a spell Comes sweetly o'er my mind ; As dew upon the purple bell, As perfume on the wind : As music on the sea, As sunshine on the river, So hath it always been to me, So shall it be forever ! i?. Macnish, O, Lone indeed is light from Heaven, A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given. To lift from earth our low desire. A feeling from the Godhead caught To wean from self each sordid thought, A ray of Him who formed the whole, A glory circling round the Soul ! Byron. ®oog] popr2ir2^. When sweet looks and lips I see, When I hear sweet voices, Glad am I and glad will be, When my heart rejoices, I will work and hope and love Singing to the hours. While the stars are bright alone. And below, the flowers. C. B, gf^cF^^ ape @or2<^. There are tones that will haunt us tho' lonely Our path be o'er mountain and sea, There are looks that will part from us only When memory ceases to be, There are hopes which our burdens can lighten Though toilsome and steep be the way ; And dreams that, like moonlight can brighten With a light that is clearer than day. W771. M. Praed. I? LIBRARY OF CON(^ESS Him 014 431 594 7 ^