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 POET'R ".

TO EZRA.
 By Wm. Anderson, author of" Poeticat .9s-

 pirdtions.' I saw thee in the ball room deck d in beau- ty, as bride, But another whisper'd in thine ear, and fingered by thy side; Then every eve was lit with smiles, and every check did shine Of all the hearts that bounded there, the saddest one was inines saw thee in mazy dance, swim like a stili saass ,y saw thee press another's hand, and bless another's eye: Then, like little child that dies, hope was forever OCT, And my heart was like drifting wreck, that cannot find shore. Oh bitter, bitter is the smile, that was once mlne oWn- Forever bright to others now, and colo to me alone: And bitter are the looks of love, which l may never share Tho others sun them iii their light, only wither there. And yet,m thought thine eye was dim, me thought thy check was pale, perchance that heart was beating then with busy thoughts of me- The very flower upon tiny breast was ian- gushing like thee. For, oh there was a time when was never from thy side, And thou wouldst let me call thee then, my beautiful, my bride: But hearts will change, and love grow cold, and truth become dream, And all that once seem'd constancy, alas did only seem. Hold on thy course! and breathe thy VOWS te others as te me If thou vert all that once thou vert, I'd ne'er return to thee; The captive bird comes back no more when 1t has broke its chain, And the heart that once has fail'd in love, can never love again.