SONG. IMITATED FROM THE GERMAN. Alone, I feel not solitary, Whatsoe'er my thought or feeling, Joy or sadness o'er me stealing, Still my heart is with my love! Like the starbeams, earthward streaming, Beauty's ray is pour'd from thee: Ah! like them in Heaven beaming, Unattainable to me. THE DESERTED MOTHER TO HER CHILD. O smile not thus on me, my child, Ah! wear not thou those glances gay; 'Twas thus thy faithless father smiled, 'Twas thus he won my heart away. The fearful beauty of thy brow, Those glossy rings of raven hair, Are all thy sire's,-ah! ne'er mays't thou Like him be false as thou art fair. When time thy sportive mood shall tame, When thou the whisper'd taunt shall hear, The smile of hate, the glance of scorn? 'Twere only just, although thou wert— Yet this by me shall ne'er be seen, heart, The of Death is on my grasp Where grief hath long a dweller been; And thou, my child, my grave wilt seek, (When none are nigh, thy grief to see) Of her whose tears have dew'd thy cheek, Who suffer'd life alone for thee! A SUMMER EVENING DREAM. The sun had sunk in glory down, The centre of a wide domain The wind was low, the woods were still, The partridge call'd upon the hill, The trout leapt up in the glassy pool, O'ercanopied by alders cool: Trooping behind the stately stag From the shelter'd spot beneath the crag, Where the sward is short, and the flowers are sweet, And the lady fern and hazels meet, The dappled deer came down to drink, Or view their shadows from the brink, Or sought the green o'erarching boughs, To lay them down in light repose. 'Twas a scene and an hour when the feeling heart Dreams o'er what words can ne'er impart, When deeper thoughts of tenderness Whose sparkling current o'er a linn Sprang down, and made a dreamy din; A lovely child sate at their feet, In whom his parents' features meet; His Mother's mild beseeching eye, |