LOVE'S BLIND. BY CHARLES H. PORTER. "Love's Blind," they say,-an olden ruleBut he who made it was a fool; And they who trust him are not wise, "Love's blind," they say who think they find I thought so, till from Stella's eye Then all beware :-that love's a rogue TO THE AUTHOR'S WIFE, ABSENT ON A VISIT. BY SEBA SMITH. COME home my dear Elizabeth ; If love could not restrain you, Like the dove that found no resting то THE AUTHOR'S WIFE. 77 Yes bride I still must call thee, Though sixteen years have fled, Fraught with the ills and joys of life, Since the day that saw us wed. Yes bride I still must call thee, The morning light unto mine eyes, Kind friends may be around me, The bright bird that you left me, Chirps often through the day, And his music but reminds me That you are far away. For your sake I will feed him With fresh seeds and with flowers, And his morning and his evening song And oft our little Edward Comes clinging to my knee, And says with loud and hearty laugh, 'Dear Father, play with me.' And when I kiss his little cheek, My sun of life, Elizabeth, Hath passed its fervent noon; I feel the sear and yellow leaf' Will be upon me soon : But though misfortunes press me, And I'll mind not fortune's frowning, When I see thee home returning, Our abode to cheer again. JACOB'S FUNERAL. BY CHARLES W. UPHAM. * A TRAIN came forth from Egypt's land, His father's bones they bore away, A stately train, dark Egypt's pride, Chariot and horse are there; And silently, in sorrow ride Old men of hoary hair. For many days they passed along To Atad's threshing floor, And sang their last and saddest song Upon the Jordan's shore. |