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THE KISS (Continued.
Nor need I write — to tell the tale
My pen was doubly weak ;
Oh ! what can idle words avail,
Unless the heart could speak ?
By day or night, in weel or woe,
That heart no longer free,
Must bear the love it cannot show,
And silence echo for thee.
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.
Same Air,
Why do I weep ! — to leave the vine,
Whose clusters o'er me bend !
The myrtle — yet, oh ! call it mine ! —
The flowers I loved to tend !
A thousand tlionghts of all things dear,
Like shadows o'er me sweep !
leave my sunny childhood liere,
Oh ! therefore let me weep !
I leave thee, sister — we have play'd
Through many a joyous hour.
Where the silvery green of the olive shade
Hung dim o'er fount and bower !
Yes ! thou and I, by stream, by shore,
In song, in prayer, in sleep.
Have been as we may be no more —
Kiad sister let me weep '
I leave thee, father ! — Eve's bright moon
Must now light other feet,
With the gather'd grapes, acd the 'yre in tune.
Thy homeward steps to greet'
Thou, in whose voice to bless thy child,
Lay tones of love so deep.
Whose eye o'er all my youth hath smiled, —
I leave thee ! — let me weep !
Mother ! I leave thee ! — on thy breast
Pouring out joy and woe,
I have found that holj'^ place of rest,
Still changeless- — yet I go !
Lips that have lull'd me with your strain,
Eyes that have watched my sleep !
Will earth give love like yours again ?^
Sweet m()>b*r. let me weep !