MY OLD WIFE. BY J. B. PHILLIPS. OLD Time has dimmed the lustre of her eyes, that brightly shone, And her voice has lost the sweetness of its girlhood's silvery tone, But her heart is still as cheerful as in early days of life, And as fondly as I prized my bride, I love my dear old wife! When the spring of life was in its bloom, and hope gave zest to youth, We at the sacred altar stood, and plighted vows of truth. And since though changeful years have passed, with joys and sorrows rife, Yet, never did I see a change in her, my dear old wife. Her gentle love my cares have soothed, her smiles each joy enhanced, As fondly through progressive years together we've advanced; Though calmly now the current flows, we've known misfortune's strife, Yet, ever did she cheer my woes, my faithful, fond old wife. And ever since that joyous day I blessed her as my bride, In joy and sorrow, calm or storm, I found her at my side; And when the summons from above shall close the scene of life, May I be called to rest with thee, my good, my dear Old Wife! IANTHE! ON THAT LOFTY BROW. BY W. HENRY CARPENTER. IANTHE! on that lofty brow Thought sits as on a throne; Yet, as thine eyes are beaming now My soul doth drink their beauty in, But oh! the more it seems to win, Then frown not if I look, my dear, Thy musical replies. How can mine eyes not glass thine own, When lovingly they shine; Or how can I not list the tone That tells me thou art mine. Oh! I could linger near thee, sweet! It hath a sad sweet sound-" Farewell," THE LAKE OF CAYOSTEA. BY ROBERT BARKER. THY wave has ne'er by gondolier Been dashed aside with flashing oar, Nor festive train to music's strain Performed the dance upon thy shore. But there, at night, beneath the light Of silent moon and twinkling ray, The Indian's boat is seen to float, And track its lonely way. The Indian maid, in forest glade, And when away, at break of day, Would it were mine to join with thine, Whose clime is freedom's home. LOOK ALOFT: BY JONATHAN LAWRENCE, JUN. [The following song was suggested by an anecdote said to have been related by the late Dr. Godman, of the ship-boy who was about to fall from the rigging, and was only saved by the mate's characteristic exclamation, "Look aloft, you lubber."] IN the tempest of life, when the wave and the gale If the friend, who embraced in prosperity's glow Should the visions which hope spreads in light to thine eye, Like the tints of the rainbow, but brighten to fly, Then turn, and through tears, of repentant regret, "Look aloft" to the sun that is never to set. Should they who are dearest-the son of thy heart, |