"WHEN FINIS COMES"

WH

HEN Finis comes, the Book we close,
And somewhat sadly, Fancy goes,

With backward step, from stage to stage
Of that accomplished pilgrimage

The thorn lies thicker than the rose!

There is so much that no one knows,-
So much un-reached that none suppose;
What flaws! what faults!-on every page,
When Finis comes.

Still, they must pass! The swift Tide flows.
Though not for all the laurel grows,

Perchance, in this be-slandered age,
The worker, mainly, wins his wage;—
And Time will sweep both friends and foes

When FINIS comes!

"O FONS BANDUSIE"

BABBLING Spring, than glass more clear,
Worthy of wreath and cup sincere,

To-morrow shall a kid be thine

With swelled and sprouting brows for sign,Sure sign-of loves and battles near.

Child of the race that butt and rear!
Not less, alas! his life-blood dear
Must tinge thy cold wave crystalline,
O babbling Spring!

Thee Sirius knows not. Thou dost cheer With pleasant cool the plough-worn steer,The wandering flock. This verse of mine Will rank thee one with founts divine; Men shall thy rock and tree revere,

O babbling Spring!

✓ "EXTREMUM TANAIN"

(TO J. K.)

EFORE thy doors too long of late,
O Lyce, I bewail my fate;
Not Don's barbarian maids, I trow,
Would treat their luckless lovers so;
Thou,-thou alone art obstinate.

Hast thou nor eyes nor ears, Ingrate!
Hark! how the NORTH WIND shakes thy gate 1
Look! how the laurels bend with snow
Before thy doors!

Lay by thy pride,-nor hesitate,

Lest Love and I grow desperate;

If prayers, if gifts for naught must go,
If naught my frozen pallor show,—
I shall not always wait
Before thy doors!

Beware! ..

"VIXI PUELLIS"

WE loved of yore, in warfare bold,

Nor laurelless. Now all must go

Let this left wall of Venus show The arms, the tuneless lyre of old.

Here let them hang, the torches cold,
The portal-bursting bar, the bow,
We loved of yore.

But thou, who Cyprus sweet dost hold, And Memphis free from Thracian snow, Goddess and queen, with vengeful blow, Smite,-smite but once that pretty scold We loved of yore!

"WHEN I SAW YOU LAST, ROSE"

HEN I saw you last, Rose,

WHE

You were only so high ;

How fast the time goes!

Like a bud ere it blows,
You just peeped at the sky,
When I saw you last, Rose!

Now your petals unclose,
Now your May-time is nigh;-
How fast the time goes!

And a life, how it grows!
You were scarcely so shy,
When I saw you last, Rose!

In your bosom it shows
There's a guest on the sly;
(How fast the time goes!)

Is it Cupid? Who knows!
Yet you used not to sigh,
When I saw you last, Rose;-
How fast the time goes!