THE TRIBUNE.

TO H -"--.
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An do not forget him


Who never shall part,
If thou viii, bu, let him,


Thy shade from his heart,
Whe, though fame be denied him,
Though fortune still fee,
Wha,e'er may betide him,


Were happy with thee.
The wise may reprove me,


The prudish reyile;
Alike, II thou love me-,


Their irown and their smile
Oh, life hath no treasure,


And pomp hath no pride,
I'd take tor the pleasure,


Those hours by thy side.
When, deep in the wild woods,


Weird breezes breathe by
That wake tears like Childhood's,
Or loves to thine eye,
Do, bid them relate here


What angels pouid see;
Ny H, with Nature,


And musing on me.
Yes! thy own star Of even


Retiring 10 set,
Will chide thee, from Heaven,


If thou shoulds, forget;
And hat full moon OF splendor,


Lone-lighting above,
Remind thee how tender,


How lonely love.
Then do not forge, me


Aud oh when we meet,
b. long 10 regret thee,


What rapture 10 greet
Adieu, Fate may sever,


May keep US apart,
Thine inaage shall ever


Stay shrined in this heart.
York, July 4th, 1874 G. Q. j.