POETR N.

From the Knickerbocker.

 SERENADE.
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The full moon is throwing It's light on the sea, And silvers the lily

 That droops by the lea; The song of the shepherd

 Is mute by the flH, While the young lambs arc resting Above, on the hill. His cottage looks out

 From the green trees afar, And he's gone to it's shade

 By the pale evening star. The woodland is silent,

 The mock doVe's at rest Come, timid one, come

 To thy true lovers breast. The blue bell is swinging

 It's head to the breeze, And dew drops hang heavy On blossoms and trees: No longer the rose

 Is closed from the sight, But blooms in the shadow

 And stiffness of night. There's freshness around me, There's beauty above; Come, timid one, come

 To the home of thy love- To the boat that is floating, And rocks in the gleam Of stars that are lighting

 its course on the stream. l hear thee, I see thee,

 Thy fleet step is near Thy young cheek Is glowing With love and with fear; Thy red lips are breathing

 Fond words that have blest- Thy form in it's beauty

 To mine I have prest: Thy fairy hand trembles,

 Ah.-fy not, but stay! Thy melting eye flashes

 Consent--then away. Away-for my swift boat

 Still rocks in the gleam Of the stars that are lighting Its course on the stream.