A SPRING-DAY WALK. ADIEU, the city's ceaseless hum, The haunts of sensual life, adieu! With beauty, is for us to choose; And glimpses of a higher state. Our world, as at the primal day. The self-renewing earth is moved With youthful life each circling year; And flowers that CERES' daughter loved At Enna, now are blooming here. Glad nature will this truth reveal, That God is ours and we are His; O, friends, my friends! what joy to feel TO ONE FAR AWAY. SWIFTER far than swallow's flight, Homeward o'er the twilight lea; Swifter than the morning light, Flashing o'er the pathless sea, Dearest in the lonely night Memory flies away to thee! Stronger far than is desire; Firm as truth itself can be; Deeper than earth's central fire; Boundless as the circling sea; Yet as mute as broken lyre, Is my love, dear wife, for thee! Sweeter far than miser's gain, Or than note of fame can be Unto one who long in vain Treads the paths of chivalryAre my dreams, in which again My fond arms encircle thee! BEATRICE. UsTorca'n by mortal passion, Just reach'd our distant earth! As thy sweet features wear. Type of the ransom'd PSYCHE! How gladly, hand in hand, To some new world I'd fly with thee From off this mortal strand. LINES. UNDERNEATH this marble cold, Its Gon-given serenity. One, whose form of youthful grace, Near us glide sometimes on earth, Wo is me! when I recall One sweet word by her let fall- THE DREAMING GIRL. Subdued by some unearthly charm. The amber tints that daylight gave, Upon a fainting summer-wave. Faints and glows like a dying flame; All night breathing odorous sighs, Which her lattice dimly curtains, The morn peeps in with his bright eyes. Perfume loved when it is vanish'd, Pleasure hardly felt ere banish'd, Is the happy maiden's vision, That doth on her memory gleam, And her heart leaps up with gladness— That bliss was nothing but a dream! ANNA PEYRE DINNIES. [Born about 1810.] Mus. DINNIES is a daughter of Mr. Justice SHACKLEFORD, of South Carolina. She was educated in Charleston, at a seminary kept by the daughters of Doctor RAMSAY, the historian of the Revolution. In 1830 she was married to Mr. JOHN C. DINNIES, of Saint Louis, and has since resided in that city. Mrs. HALE, in her "Ladies' Wreath," states that she became engaged in a literary correspondence with Mr. DINNIES more than four years before their union, and that they never met until one week before the solemnization of their marriage. "The contract was made long before, solely from sympathy and congeniality of mind and taste; and that in their estimate of each other they were not disappointed, may be inferred from the tone of her songs; for the domestic happiness that these portray can exist only where both are happy." The poetical writings of Mrs. DINNIES were originally published in various literary miscellanies, under the signature of "Moina." WEDDED LOVE. COME, rouse thee, dearest !-'tis not well Thus darkly o'er the cares that swell As brooks, and torrents, rivers, all Strange thou shouldst be thus shaken! I would not see thee bend below Full well I know the generous soul Which warms thee into life, For deem'st thou she had stoop'd to bind That fetters now thy powers: 49 TO A WHITE CRYSANTHEMUM. FAIR gift of friendship! and her ever bright Life's dreariest scenes, its rudest storm derides, And floats as calmly on o'er troubled waves, As where the peaceful streamlet smoothly glides; Thou'rt blooming now as beautiful and clear As other blossoms bloom, when spring is here. Symbol of hope, still banishing the gloom Hung o'er the mind by stern December's reign! Thou cheer'st the fancy by thy steady bloom THOUGHTS IN AUTUMN. YES, thou art welcome, Autumn! all thy changes, And faded garlands that adorn thy bowers; Each blighted shrub, chill'd flower, or sear'd leaf breathes Of parted days, and brighter by-gone hours, Contrasting with the present dreary scene [been. Spring's budding beauties, pleasures which have 2 K 385 THE HEART. THE WIFE. I COULD have stemm'd misfortune's tide, I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, I could I think I could have brook'd, With less of love than now; The sweet hope still my own To win thee back, and, whilst I dwelt But thus to see, from day to day, Thy brightening eye and cheek, To meet thy smiles of tenderness, Of kindness, ever breathed to bless, To mark thy strength each hour decay, As, filled with heavenward trust, they say THERE was a time when Fancy, uninvoked, Of wild or fair, in Nature's boundless hoard; A change is over all—a change in me- As Lethe's streams o'er fancy's source are pour'd This change I mourn, and seek again the dreams Which brighten'd, soothed, and gladden'd life of yore; But shaded groves, fresh flowers, and purling streams Exert their influence o'er my mind no more. No more I dream--for Fancy has grown old, And thought is busied now with sterner things: E'en feeling's self--yet, no! I am not cold; But feeling now round other objects clings. There are, in life, realities as dear, Nay, dearer far than fancy can create, Though taste may vary, beauty disappear, That linger still, defying time and fate. The flush of youth soon passes from the face, The spells of fancy from the mind depart, The form may lose its symmetry and grace-But time can claim no victory o'er the heart. SONG. I COULD not hush that constant theme For every day and nightly dream Whose lights across my dark brain gleam, I could not bid those visions spring For each wild phantom which they bring, I could not stem the vital source Compell'd to check its whelming force, I could not, dearest, thus control Which bids each new sensation roll, HAPPINESS. THERE is a spell in every flower, There's gladness, too, in every thing, For everywhere comes on, with spring, And gratitude is there, That He, who might my life destroy, The friends I once condemn'd are now I wept a pledged one's broken vowBut he proves faithful too. And now there is a happiness In every thing I see, Which bids my soul rise up and bless The GoD who blesses me. |