With stolen glance could spy his secret pain--
Sweet hazel eyes, whose dewy light out-flashes
Like joyous day-spring after summer rain;
And she, the enchantress, loved the youth again
With maiden's first affection, fond and true,
--Ah! youthful love is like the tranquil main,
Heaving 'neath smiling skies its bosom blue--
Beautiful as a spirit--calm, but fearful too!

Our limits compel us to break off once more, which is a source of
regret, especially when our path is strewn with such gems as these:--

A gentle star lights up their solitude
And lends fair hues to all created things;
And dreams alone of beings pure and good
Hover around their hearts with angel wings--
Hearts, like sweet fountains sealed, where silent rapture springs.

Here is a beautiful apostrophe--

Oh Nature! by impassioned hearts alone
Thy genuine charms are felt. The vulgar mind
Sees but the shadow of a power unknown;
Thy loftier beauties beam not to the blind
And sensual throng, to grovelling hopes resigned:
But they whom high and holy thoughts inspire
Adore thee, in celestial glory shrined
In that diviner fane where Love's pure fire
Burns bright, and Genius tunes his loud immortal Lyre!