ve; and, as to prove
Obeyance, it was held that he should love
His neighbour as himself. This from above
Bestowed, and from conditions free, save one,
And which was sweet and pleasing to be done
In the true spirit of a perfect life,
Where no fear came, or jealousy, or strife--
No earthly thing should have the honor due
Unto the Maker; yet how sadly few
Can say they have endeavoured to be true!

THE PRIMROSE.

Not in a rosy bower,
Not in a garden gay,
Nor by a watchman's tower,
I saw the primrose play;

But by a meadow green--
A meadow sweet and fair,
In beauty it was seen;
I saw the primrose there.

It sported with the breeze,
It courted with the sun,
And tried so hard to please
With all its puny fun.

It flirted with the moon,
And kissed the early dew;
They left it both ere noon;
These lovers were not true.

A little murmuring brook
Came wandering by the way;
It came to have a look,
And with the flower to play.

It gave it drink so sweet,
And sang a pretty song;
The brook seemed to entreat
To be the lover long.

A sturdy old oak tree
Bent o'er it night and day,
Its guardian feigned to be,
And shelter it alway.

In time some courtiers took
Their turn to have a woo.
I came to take a look,
And was a lover too.

I took the pretty flower,
And set it in my breast,
Rejoicing in that hour,
But sorrowing left the rest.

IN MOONLIGHT MET.
_To L. A. A._

Lest gossip wakes, be mute, breathe not a word
Of how, or where, or when, save that we met;
To chance, or luck, or fortune bid the fault,
Till ye can tell how else our friendship came.
Improved occasions are not often rued,
Except discretion fails in self-command.

As brief a while as may a friendship live
No one can tell, so soon it dies, or how,
Now as it came, and as a seed expands,
In nurture soon springs up; so sprang, matured
Each time the more a favor in regard.

As first of chance, unsought till then, but now
Let favor choose if she may hold the power
Drawn from the font of pleasure to supply
Enticing sweets, which, though you took, rebelled.
Reigned o'er the scene the silvery moon, which smiled,
Together with the stars, in silent joy.
Of that she deemed no harm, was sweetly pleased!
Neptune breathed silence and supplied the chance.

A WAYWARD CHILD.
_To K. N._

Knew she not whence fair fancy rose,
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