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Show : Moore. ; Gems From the Irish Poet. Alas! how light a cause mar move Dissension- bet ween hearts that love: Hearts that the world in vain had tried And sorrow but more closely tied- ' That stood the storm, when waves were rough Yet in a sunny hour fall off. Like ships that have gone down at sea, j hen heaven was all tranquility! A something, ligrht as air a look A word unkind or wrongly taken On! love, that tempests never shook A breath, a touch like this hath shaken. Rose of the Garden, how unlike thy doom' Destined for others, not thyself, to bloom;' Cull d ere thy beauty lives through half its day: A moment cherished, and then cast awav eiotLthe Garden! Suc" is woman's Worshiped while blooming-when she fades, forgot. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's hi that he-art I but know that I love thee, whatever tnou art. IN THE MORNING OF LIFE. In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown. A" be-!nrIeaSUreS in all their new' lustre When we live in a bright, beaming world of our own, And the light that surrounds us is "all from within; Oh, 'tis not, believe me, in that hapny time We can love as in hours of less transport trans-port we mp.y Of our smiles, of our hopes 'tis the gay sunny prime. But affection is truest when these fade away. When we see the first glory of youth pass us by. Like a leaf on the stream that will never return; When our cup. which has sparkled with pleasure so hiffh. First tastes of the other, the dark-Jlowing dark-Jlowing urn: " ' Then, then is the time when affection holds sway. With a depth and a tenderness joy never nev-er knew; Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless faith-less as they. But the love born of sorrow, like sorrow, sor-row, is true. In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers. ? . Their sighs have no freshness, their odor no worth; 'Tis the colud and the mist of our own Isle of Showers, Thnt call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth. So it is not 'mid splendor, prosperity, mirth. That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears: To the sunsuine of smiles it may first owe its birth. . But the soul of its sweetness Is drawn out by tears; ' ' Moore. |