OH THINK NOT THAT THE DREAM IS PAST! BY JOHN B. L. SOULE. OH THINK not that the dream is past Of scenes when fondest hopes were cherished; Though but the shadow now may last Of each bright hope forever perished. I know that fortune hath decreed These hearts shall never be united; I know that mine alone must bleed, That mine alone was truly plighted. Although the strain which now I pour Of deathless love essay to teach thee, OH THINK NOT THAT THE DREAM IS PAST. 145 Yet it is well-I would not mar The new-born pleasures that surround thee, Nor on my lonely harp shall jar One note of memory to wound thee! But deem not that this heart is cold, Of vows which never can be broken. Where'er my feet are doomed to stray To love thee, faithless, but forgiven! THE WITHERED FLOWERS. BY EDMUND FLAGG. I KNEW they would perish! Though with fond, gentle care So all that is brightest Ever first fades away, And the joys that leap lightest The earliest decay. The heart that was nearest, The widest will rove, And the friend that was dearest The first cease to love. THE WITHERED FLOWERS. 147 And the purest, the noblest, The loveliest-we know Are ever the surest, The soonest to go. The birds that sing sweetest, Yet still though thy flowers In that hallowed shrine only Sleep things we would cherish, Pure, priceless, loved, lonely, They never can perish. Then I'll mourn ye no more, The spirit of flowers Remembrance will hover O'er the grave of past hours. THE DEMON OF THE SEA. BY ELIJAH KELLOGG, JR. АH! tell me not of your shady dells And the charms of earth are nought to me. I hear ye tell of music's power, The rapture of a sigh, When beauty in her wizard bower Unveils her languid eye. Ye never knew the infernal fire, |