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Shall we wish you joy,
Wish you health and life,
Sweet to hearts just joined in love
Sweet, in the lover's anxious eye,
Sweet is the whisper breathed,
By a sister kind and dear; To her she is going to lose,
If the feelings are true and sincere.
Sweet was the tinge on Annie's cheek;
Ne'er was it my lot to see,
For it beamed with love's ecstacy.
I left them, happy in joys to come—
I left them, and, musing, wandered home. XXVI.
Why did I come once more
Into the busy world 1
From its seat in the heart is hurled.
Where love is crushed and betrayed,
And the youthful life of a girl,
'Twas Eva's lovely smile,
The flash of her hazel eye, That drew me away from myself,
As her carriage drove swiftly by.
But though naught passed but her smile,
Yet I shall, I scarce know why,
Perhaps, if Eva will sing,
Or Annie will warble a lay,
I shall become cheerful and gay.
Gay? I who had vowed never more
To visit the haunts of joy, Fearing to learn again
The lesson I learnt when a boy!
Gay t I had promised myself
No more to mix with delight; But at Eva's smile I relent,
I shall be by her side to-night.
To-night 1 yes, this eve I shall sit
By gentle Eva's side,
With_Annie, his promised bride.
Yes! let me forget the follies of youth,
And love once more with constancy and truth.
Why walk the lovers alone to-night?
Annie is going to stay
With an aunt out of town,
Alfred must say good-bye,
Soon she will return,
Warmer kisses burn;
When they think of parting,
Eager glances darting
Each in other's eyes;
Sighs are mixed with sighs.
Joy in expression fails,
For their pure ecstacy;
Has something in its tone,
Drawn from the heart alone,
Falling on the part of sense,
Where dwelleth nature's innocence.
Vanished far away;
The air with sounds seems rife,
Echoes float around,
Amidst each charming sound,
One falling sweeter than all;
A sigh from Annie fair. Then, "Alfred, keep your thoughts with me; Mine shall ever be with thee. Let our thoughts be wholly the same,
Let us live a little while,
And tedious hours beguile,
By thinking of each other;
A month will increase our mutual flame."
Thus, passing time in childish talk.
Golden the moon rose o'er the trees,
Softly sighed the summer breeze,
While the west grew pale and cold,
Eva tells me she is told
I will give her a little song,
For one of her own gentle lays;
One I made in coming along,