BENEATH THOSE STARS OF SUMMER.

Respectfully dedicated to miss ——.

Beneath those stars of summer,
  I told thee my wild love;
And I beheld thy blushes,
  And saw thy bosom move. 
It was a holy moment,
  And bliss o’erflowed my heart;
For thou did’st say that never
  I should from thee depart. 
I thought how very happy
  Our future life would be,
That life’s worst pain and suffering
  Were sweet, if shared with thee. 
Thou said’st thy deepest pleasure,
  Thy highest pride would be,
Through all of life to gladden,
  To soothe and comfort me. 
And now when years have glided,
  As silver waves depart,
I feel that thou did’st utter
  The truth from out thy heart: 
For thou hast never pained me,
  Through all these happy years,
But still hast fondly loved me,
  And charmed me even to tears. 
Thou hast been such a blessing,
  Thy virtues so much worth;
’Twere not profane to call thee
  An angel upon earth. 
And if those souls most loving,
  Upon this spot of care,
Shall feel most bliss in heaven,
  Thou’lt be a bright one there.

TO FANNIE.

My Fannie dear! when absence rends
  My faithful heart from thee,
What gloomy thoughts oppress my mind,
  There is no joy for me.

By day, woe wastes my sinking soul,
  By night I wake and sigh;
And still the grief that kills me quite,
  Is, Fannie is not nigh.

Oh! may that God whose name is Love
  Her form to me restore;
That I may never, never part
  From darling Fannie more.

A STROLL DOWN QUALITY ROW.

The other day I took a stroll,
  Just when the sun grew low,
A down the Row of Quality,
  That gay and charming row.

I had been dreaming all the day
  Of bright, poetic forms
Moving through silent fairyland,
  Bedecked with glorious charms.

As down the row, I slowly walked,
  First came proud Majesty;
Love shone in all her queenly looks,
  Command was in her eye.

Then gentle Grace came smiling next,
  Without the aid of art,
And, with a soft and pleasing bliss,
  She past into my heart.

Then Beauty came supreme o’er all,
  A Heaven-anointed queen;
But modest Goodness walked behind,
  With mild yet winning mien.

Then I returned to dream and sing
  Through many a pleasant hour,
Of all that evening’s loveliness,
  And beauty’s matchless power.

THERE IS A GOD.

The azure vault so far above,
Arrayed in smiles of peace and love,
Would sweetly seem the truth to prove—­
                “There is a God.”