A WOMAN'S LAST WORD Meet, if thou require it, Laying flesh and spirit That shall be to-morrow, -Must a little weep, Love, (Foolish me!) And so fall asleep, Love, Loved by thee. Song ROBERT BROWNING. COME, let us now resolve at last To live and love in quiet; We'll tie the knot so very fast That time shall ne'er untie it. When least I seemed concerned I took No pleasure, nor had rest; And when I feigned an angry look, Alas! I loved you best. Own but the same to me, you'll find How blest will be our fate; O to be happy, to be kind, Sure never is too late. JOHN SHEFFIELD. And they dreamed, that if Providence had so willed, their lives might have been filled with Love alone; something as bright, as radiant, as sublime, as the twinkling of the stars! Love is too great a happiness For wretched mortals to possess: Translate to Earth the joys above, For nothing goes to Heaven but Love. Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night' CARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, To model forth the passions of the morrow; To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow: Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain. SLEE SAMUEL DANIEL. Sleep, Silence' child LEEP, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest, And yet o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath, WILLIAM DRummond. |