DEEP, DEEP IN YON VALLEY.

DEEP, deep in yon valley,

Where wild roses bloom,

And shed on the zephyr

Their richest perfume;

Where woodbine and ivy
And sweet eglantine

Unite their young tendrils

In amorous twine;

Where song-birds at morning

Their purest strains pour;

There, maid of my bosom,

I've built me a bower!
There, maid of my bosom,
I've built me a bower!

Unknown is the spot

To Sorrow-to Care,

And Grief cannot breathe

Its sweet scented air!

For Love hath erected

His bright rosy throne

In that beautiful vale,

And each thing is his own,

On pinions of sun-light

The moments flit by

Sweet maid of my bosom,

To that bower wilt thou fly? Sweet maid of my bosom,

To that bower wilt thou fly?

STANZAS.

AMONG the gay and heartless crowd,
Where mirth is high and laughter loud,
O never think of me!

I would not dim thy flashing eye,
I would not wake a single sigh,

Or check thy buoyant glee!
I would not give a moment's pain
For all a thousand worlds contain,
To one, beloved, like thee!
In joyous crowd, or glittering hall,
In bright and merry festival,
It were not meet to think of one,
So young, and yet, alas, undone!

When Morning in the Orient glows, Dashing the dew-drop from the rose,

O think not of me then!

Nor yet at noontide's brilliant hour,

Nor yet in pensive twilight bow'r,
Nor in the moonlight glen!

But when thy pure and holy prayer

Steals sweetly through the midnight air, Far from the haunts of men,

Then, think of me, and kindly pour One wish, that soon my woes be o'er On Earth-my many sins forgivenAnd that we meet at last in Heaven.

TO AN ABSENT SISTER.

SISTER, dear sister, wilt thou never come?
The hours hang heavily, and home

Is, O, so desolate, when thou art gone,
I sigh and pray for Night

To shut my wearied sight,

And when it comes, I sigh again for dawn!
O, I have watch'd for thee the whole day long!
Each rattling wheel I heard

My young heart's fountain stirr'd,

Expecting it would bring thee! and a throng
Of pleasant things to tell thee rush'd

Upon my mind, and gladness flush'd
My sickly cheek and lighted mine eye
To think thou wert so nigh!

Sister, dear sister, wilt thou never come,

With thy sweet smile to cheer our home?