THE OLIO.

SONG.
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 0 pledge me not in sparkling wine, In cups with roses bound; Hail me at no festive shrine, Tn mirth and music $ soiind. Or if you pledge me, letit be, When none are by to hear, And in the wine you drink to me, For mo let fall tear. forbear to breathe in pleasures Hat, name you should forget; Let echo's fainfest whisper fall On her who loves thee yet. Or, if you name mo, let 1t be When none are by to hear, And as my name is sighed by thee, For me let fall tear. o think not, when the harp shall sound The notes we loved again, And gentle voices breathe around, l mingle in the strain. Oh only thiak you hear me when The night breeze whispers near; Tn hours of thought, and quiet, then For me let fall a tear. Seek me not in the may dance, Nor let your fancy trace Resemblance in timid glance. Or distant form and face. But if you seek me, be if when No other forms are near, And while in thought tTe meet again, For me let fell tear.