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Dost thou idly ask to hear
At what gentle seasons
Nymphs relent, when lovers near

Press the tenderest reasons? Ah, they give their faith too oft To the careless wooer;

Maidens' hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer.

Woo the fair one, when around
Early birds are singing;

When, o'er all the fragrant ground,
Early herbs are springing :

When the brookside, bank, and grove,

All with blossoms laden,

Shine with beauty, breathe of love—

Woo the timid maiden,

Woo her when, with rosy blush,

Summer eve is sinking;

When, on rills that softly gush,

Stars are softly winking;

When, through boughs that knit the bower,

Moonlight gleams are stealing ;

Woo her, till the gentle hour

Wake a gentler feeling.

Woo her, when autumnal dyes
Tinge the woody mountain;
When the dropping foliage lies
In the weedy fountain;

Let the scene, that tells how fast
Youth is passing over,

Warn her, ere her bloom is past,

To secure her lover.

Woo her, when the north winds call
At the lattice nightly;

When, within the cheerful hall,
Blaze the fagots brightly;

While the wintry tempest round.
Sweeps the landscape hoary,

Sweeter in her ear shall sound

Love's delightful story.

HYMN OF THE WALDENSES.

HEAR, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock
Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock;
While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold
Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold;
And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant airs
That nurse the grape and wave the grain, are

theirs.

Yet better were this mountain wilderness,
And this wild life of danger and distress-
Watchings by night and perilous flight by day,

And meetings in the depths of earth to pray, Better, far better, than to kneel with them, And pay the impious rite thy laws condemn.

Thou, Lord, dost hold the thunder; the firm land

Tosses in billows when it feels thy hand;
Thou dashest nation against nation, then
Stillest the angry world to peace again.

Or, touch their stony hearts who hunt thy sons-
The murderers of our wives and little ones.

Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth
Unveiled, and terribly shall shake the earth.
Then the foul power of priestly sin and all
Its long-upheld idolatries shall fall.

Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed,

And thy delivered saints shall dwell in rest.