its wounds,
And give thy spirit rest?

Yes! there is one--a fragrant balm,
A fountain filled with love,
Which floweth ever full and free
In the bright realms above.

'Tis there the weary and the sad
Can comforts true receive,
And there the bleeding heart alone
Its anguish can relieve.

Oh! brightly yet the star of hope
Sends forth its radiant beams,
And sweetly yet the voice of love
In friendly welcome gleams.

Then raise thy tear-bedimmed eyes,
And call its bounty down;
Which, if in faith ye seek, will flow,
And all thy sorrows drown.

FAREWELL.

Farewell! farewell! a sad farewell
My soul can only give.
And can it be
That I may see
Thy cherished face no more,--
See it again no more?

I cannot tell, I must not tell
The sorrow that is mine;
But while I live
Yet will I give
A lingering thought to thee,
A happy thought to thee.

And to those days, those happy days,
I often will recur,
Which we have spent,
On pleasures bent,
Together bound by peaceful joy--
A fair, a pure, a loving joy.
Farewell! farewell!

IN FANCY BOUND.

I lost myself in labyrinths of unexplored delight,
In wandering from the paths of sterner truth;
They seemed, beyond a doubt, all pleasing, fair, serene, and bright,
Such as would charm the wonder of a youth.

Behind, before, and all around, appearing to the eye
As one concerted scene of peaceful joy,
With pleasing streams of unpolluted pleasure flowing by,
And in it all I saw no base alloy.

The scope was boundless, and I wandered, still admiring all,
Indulging oft in free, unfettered thought;
In wonder wrapt, I wandered on, but found no rest withal,
As each new scene was to my fancy brought.

And in the future I could see with an imagining eye
A cheering prospect, rising pure and bright.
It seemed my future path in smooth, unchequered ways did lie,
That cares were easy and life's burdens light.

Amid the tranquils sweet around, and to my own design,
I built me castles of a towering height,
And thereto did my pleasures and my rising hopes resign,
Thought that these bulwarks would resist all might.

But, lo! they fell in ruined heaps, and mighty was the fall,
And my bright hopes lay ruined at my feet,
And the deluding dream of fancy passed away, and all
The scen