POETRY.
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Enorn the BossOU CsensissI G16 PGEIGdfEm. qrh;.k m, thai love thee as once loved,

 Tn tho hours of my early devOtiOnS That the dreams my spirit 50 fondy proved

 Lived on with their deeper emotion. Youth cherished visions, 50 pure and 50 Drlgnts From my bosom had silently parted, Like meteor that flashes across the nigh,

 From Ihe face of the earth has departed. And can meet thee with placid brow,.

 With lock like thine own, unaltered: Thou wilt read no grief in my accents now'

 Which had once in thy presence faltered. Thy lip will smile, and thy cheek be fair, Thy voice be as sweet as ever, But to me that forehead and cheek can wear

 Their earlier Iook-oh neVers loved thee then-as boyhood can love,

 The spells which around it hover. Or the one bright form which alone can move,

 Til it's earliest dreams are over. hardly deemed thee thing ot earth,

 But star, oer my pathway beaming- Forgot, in each moment of wilder mirth,

 Reserved for each holier dreaming. Yet hast thou worshipped at fashions shrine With heart for her pleasures yearning; . And the artless feelings which once were thine, Have perished before their burning. The soul which fancied too pure thing, Too costly for man to win it, Hath lost that gentle, untroubled spring

 Which existed 50 quietly in it.l And still doth memory turn to thee,

 And the beauty that dwet around thee; Its brightness and innocence guarded me

 From that which might have bound me. may not, I cannot, as thou dost, hate,

 Though my spirit be sad and lonely For the sweetest hours which have blended my fate have owed to thy presence only.