There may be those by others deemed
More beautiful than thou;

But none to me have ever seemed
So worthy Love's pure vow:
Though many a form, with beauty warm,
And fairest face I've known,

Yet none to me but thou, may'st be

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My Beautiful! my Own!"

PSYCHE.

AN ENGRAVING IN AN ALBUM.

BEAUTIFUL PSYCHE!-On that face

Mine eyes, enchanted, linger long; Ah! might I thence but steal one grace, And weave it in this idle

song!

Would God! I think, as on that brow
I fix my lingering gaze once more,
My soul* might ever be, as thou,

Thus fair, and innocent, and pure!

* Psyche-in the Greek signifying the soul.

SERENADE.

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Good night! Love, good night!

Eve over earth her mantle throws,

It is the hour for calm repose;

Sleep, dearest sleep, thy slumber bless'd, While angels guard thy couch of rest: Good night! good night!

Good night!—Love, good night!

Rest, while the gentle moon's bright beam With silvery tint tips wood and stream; And shine the stars, as if to keep

Their quiet vigil o'er thy sleep:

Good night! good night!

Good night!-Love, good night!

All blessed spirits ever over

Thy couch of slumber gently hover;

From every ill and harm to ward thee

GOD, and good angels ever guard thee:
Good night! good night!

I THINK OF THEE.

I THINK of thee!-at MORN, my love!-
At earliest dawn of day,

While matin-bells do chime, above

My soul is sent, to pray-FOR THEE!

I think of thee!—at Noon, my love!—
My heart, each parted hour,
Pants, as the weary wandering dove,

To seek again its bower-NEAR THEE!

I think of thee!-at Eve, my love!—
'Mid scenes most bright and fair,
To thee my thoughts in sadness rove,
And sigh to wish me there-wITH THEE!

I think of thee !—at NIGHT, my love!—
When thou art gone to rest;

May all thy dreams be bright, my love!

Each gentle slumber bless'd-TO THEE!

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MY MARY, O!

Fu' mony a lassie hae I seen,
In face and form a fairy, O!
Wi' ruby lip, and sparkling een,

But nane yet like my Mary, O!
'Tis no for her sweet face sae fair,-
Though beauty she's na wanting, O!
It is the mind forth beaming there
Mak's Mary sae enchanting, O!

Her bonny, bright, bewitchin' e'e, Heaven's blue sae far surpasses, O! Titania, there hersel' to see,

Wad brak' her lookin'-glasses, O! Her wavy curls o' glossy hair

Sae sunny are, and gowden, O! You'd swear the elves and fairies there, Gay revels aye were hauden', O!

Her modest grace, her winsome smile,
A witchery are given, O!
Wad e'en frae Paradise beguile,

Or win a saint frae Heaven, O!
'Boon a', the kind and tender soul
My Mary dear possesses, O! -
Mak's o' her charms, ae charming whole,
And crowns a' ither graces, O!

AN IMPROMPTU.

Addressed to a young lady who told the writer she had "a delightful dream" about him.

AND didst thou dream, fair girl, of me?
And was the omen not unkind?—
How sweet the thought!—that I should be,
Though but in dreams, recalled to mind!
Yet what thy one stray dream of me,
To my rapt fancy's wild delight?—
The day one long sweet dream of thee,
In dreams repeated still at night!