And make life's winter green.

That strain would charm an adder even to tears,
So sweet a song, from mouth so full of grace.
Before I saw thee, my Odora! ne'er
I thought this world could ever grow so fair
To me. Love throws a rosy, sparkling tissue
On mountain, hill, lake, tree, shrub, leaf and flower,
Love sweetens every note of nature seven fold.
But sing again. Thy voice is like a harp.

ODORA SINGS.

When winds are bleak, and snows are deep,
And waters frozen dumb;
And voiceless insects snugly sleep,
Where beam can never come:
The daisy blooms beneath some tree,
That screens her form from harm;--
So, love! I nestle near to thee,
And live beneath thy arm.

Oh! angel! thou dost sing a meaning lay,
And teachest wisdom, in sweet poetry.
But whence, my fair philosopher, thy lore,
Hath God bestowed such deep laid knowledge on
A light and playsome girl, whose pranks and wiles
Have quite bewitched my would-be firmer soul.
Methinks thou singest well to-night; adieu,
And may pure angels bring thee radiant dreams.