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Aye: so't must be! E'en I (whose lot The fairy Love so long forgot), Seated beside this Sherris wine, And near to books, and shapes divine, Which poets and the painters past Have wrought in lines that aye shall lastE'en I, with Shakespeare's self beside me, And one whose tender talk can guide me Through fears, and pains, and troublous themes, Whose smile doth fall upon my dreams Like sunshine on a stormy sea Want something—when I think of thee !
FRIENDSHIP TILL DEATH.
BY JOANNA BAILLIE.
Hand in hand we have enjoyed The playful term of infancy together; And in the rougher path of ripened years We've been each other's stay. Dark lowers our
WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER.
BY HON. MRS. NORTON,
We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
In infancy we play'd.
A cloud is on thy brow;
Shall a light word part us now?
We have laugh'd at little jests ; For the fount of hope was gushing
Warm and joyous in our breasts. But laughter now hath fled thy lip,
And sullen glooms thy brow: We have been gay together
Shall a light word part us now ? We have been sad together,
We have wept with bitter tears,
The hopes of early years.
Would bid thee clear thy brow;
BY HON. MRS. NORTON.
How are they waned and faded from our hearts,
When we looked round, and loved what'er we saw