Falls the white throng of her dreams,
While my baby sleeps,
Oh, she sleeps.

Closed her soft and sparkling eyes,
Oped her mouth like a tulip's cup,
In a starry trance she lies,
Like a bud at night shut up;
Baby sleeps.

Around her scarcely parted lips,
Now a smile--a laughter!--creeps,
Losing all their sad eclipse--
Angels near! while baby sleeps
Deeply sleeps.

Rock'd upon dear Mamma's breast,
Heaving like the wild sea deeps,
Joy hath brought Mamma sweet rest,
While our baby sleeps,
Softly sleeps.

MY OLD VIRGINIA HOME.

Around my old Virginia home,
My heart forever clings;
Whene'er I hear its name pronounced,
I think a thousand things.
I think how once a little band,
Came to these forest lands;
And struggling long, built this fair home,
And left it to our hands.

I think how our forefathers fought,
To keep it free from chains,
How they rejoic'd at vict'ry won,
With loud, triumphal strains.
My cherish'd old Virginia home,
Tears, tears come to my eyes,
When thinking on thee, loveliest land,
Beneath the boundless skies!

TAKE THOSE PLEDGES BACK.

Take back those pledges, dearest maid,
Which once I warmly gave,
For then I dreamed I would be free,
And nevermore thy slave.
Yes! take them back once more, for love
Hath made me only thine;
And I should give these gems away,
Whose heart's no longer mine.

'Tis said the heart can often love,
But that can never be;
Though I have bow'd at other shrines,
I never loved but thee.
I feel that thou art dearer far
Than aught this world can give,
And come what may, come grief or joy,
For only thee I live.

Yes! take those pledges back, dear maid,
And let them fondly speak,
The deathless flame that will not fail,
In spring, or winter bleak:
For they have told an honest tale,
That I shall change no more,
Till I shall clasp thy form again
On Heaven's eternal shore.

SONG.--UNDYING AFFECTION.

I loved thee in my happy youth,
When I was free from guile,
And I have kept that early truth,
And wear as fond a smile:
I've look'd to thee, through every storm
That lower'd upon my way,
Thou say'st my fair and fairy form
Hath made thy rainbow's ray.

I loved thee in that early time,
Life's best and brightest years;
I gave thee in thy manhood's prime,
My changing smiles and tears:
And now when evening shades come o'er
The