TIE FEAR.
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will not wrcathe thy sunny hair


With summer flowers;
Their breath and bloom will not outlast


A few short hours
am too anxious ii ny love


To bear to
Those sweet but fragile flower leaves


Wasting by thee.
They are so fresh, III ioreiiness


SO much like thine,
That evil omen does il seem


10 watch them pine.
Thus should think, like these will fade


Thy lip ofrose--
Like those blue violets, thine eyes


Grow dim and close,
know the time will come, our star


of JOY must sct
But that such grief must be would


At least forget.
Then let mo-, mid Thy golden curls,


Those blossoms sigh;
cannot bear that cen flower


Ne i thee should die.
Torall too precious and too der


Thou art to me,
Tor me to brook ausht that recalls


might lose thee.
From the pen ofthe preSeat writer Of letters from


Corkney Lands.


TO A RECRUIT.
Gaily you march to the rolling drum
But heavier peals hereafter,
And shrillcr notes to thine ear shall come
Than the flies, or thy reckless laughter
And is this enough to drown the kiss,
And the pray'r, and the tear, at parting
10 call out the spirit of waking bliss.
In the light of thine eye-bean dartinst
But oh! let each pulse of the heart beat high,
Ihe banner of hope waving DER thee.
n soldiers joys are always nigh
Nor flee when the foes before thee.
lhen march away merrily, reckless part!
NO care OH soldiers morrow;
40 his foe his arm, to his friend his heart
But what he has left for sorrow,