II.

Nanny's beaming eye

Looks as warm as any ; But her cheek was pale

Well-a-day, poor Nanny ! Nanny, in the field,

She pluck'd a little posie, And Nanny's pallid cheek Soon grew sleek and rosy.

Oh! the little girls, etc.

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III.

Sue, the pretty nun,

Prays with warm emotion; Sweetly rolls her eye

In love or in devotion. If her pious heart

Softens to relieve you, She gently shares the crime,

With, “Oh! may God forgive you!” Oh! the little girls,

Wily, warm, and winning; When angels tempt us to it,

Who can keep from si nning ?

LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.

I.

YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sunbeam

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play'd;

Why thus in darkness lie?" whisper'd young

Then cold and neglected, while bleak rain and

winds Are storming around her, with sorrow she finds That Love had but number'd a few sunny hours, And left the remainder to darkness and showers!

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LOVE AND TIME.

I.

'Tis said-but whether true or not

Let bards declare who've seen 'em-
That Love and Time have only got

One pair of wings between 'em.
In courtship's first delicious hour,

The boy full oft can spare 'em,
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
He lets the gray-beard wear 'em.

Then is Time's hour of play;
Oh! how he flies away!

II.
But short the moments, short as bright,

When he the wings can borrow;
If Time to-day has had his flight,

Love takes his turn to-morrow.

Ah! Time and Love! your change is then

The saddest and most trying,
When one begins to limp again,
And t'other takes to flying.

Then is Love's hour to stray;
Oh! how he flies away!

III. But there's a nymph-whose chains I feel,

And bless the silken fetterWho knows-the dear one!-how to deal

With Love and Time much better. So well she checks their wanderings,

So peacefully she pairs 'em,
That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings,
And Time for ever wears 'em.

This is Time's holiday;
Oh! how he flies away!

LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS WITH THEE.

I.
Love, my Mary, dwells with thee;
On thy cheek his bed I see.

No-that cheek is pale with care ;
Love can find no roses there.
'Tis not on the cheek of rose
Love can find the best

repose :
In my heart his home thou’lt see ;
There he lives, and lives for thee.

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II.
Love, my Mary, ne'er can roam,
While he makes that

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his home.
No—the with sorrow dim
Ne'er can be a home for him.
Yet, 'tis not in beaming eyes
Love for ever warmest lies :
In my heart his home thou'lt
There he lives, and lives for thee.

LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD.

I.
Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us-

Youth may wither, but feeling will last ;
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us,

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.