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 Science. THE SILVER TONES OF, woMAN's TONGUE. The silver tones of fwoman's tongue, The eloquence of womaa's eyes, A thousand nameless bards have sung, The strains unheeded by the wise; l would not be bard like them Even for the heaven of Lucy's smile, And Lucy would herself condemn The Aatterer's deceitful vile. Icould not tell thee how love, Nor paint the charms find in thee, Though every leaf in yonder grove Changed into winged words for me; But, Lucy! to this heart of mine : Let me thy gentle fingers press,-- Each rapid bounding throb is thine, And every thrOb is happiness. Lucy it is the holy hour

 When sunlight dies upon the sea When pearls are hung on nevery flower, And birds are b,lsh'd on every tree: Open the lattice--ai is mute, Mute as the beams on yon pale star; would not even have thy lute The music of such silence mar. Mehlnks there is in it a spell

 That gives the soul a higher sway, And thoughts that oft ir darkness dwell, Start into life in bright array Though ughts-feelings- -ecstacies-that fling A sudden joy through both our bosoms, Like flowers in moonlight, or like spring That wreaths on every bough her blos-

 sOms.

 Each others world we long have been, Our eyes their sun--nur arms their zone, But now something felt--not seen Gives to our bliss higher tone: While We can clasp each other thus, In loves deep purity entwinod, On! what IS all this earth to us !-- Earth cannot bound the chainless mind !! Our souls, like clouds at break ofday, Across the suns bright pathway driven, Have into light resolved away OGod! the light-the light of Heaven l! My spirit floats in liquid light Like skif upon sapphire sea. o Lucy we have seen tonight A glimpse of Heavens eternity! Lucy 1t IS a time for prayer A time for thoughts we cannot speak, - But in the blue and starry air seek i; Our thoughts will find the home they Kneel with me, Lucy, side by side We are not things of dust and clay, Thou art my own immortal hride,- Kneel with me, dearest.-we will pray.