And then I told my sorrows o'er,
Her eyes to earth she sweetly threw;
I kissed her, and she kissed me too.,
And—then I talked of death no more.
RESOLVE.
On, on across the plains and feel no dread!
Where not the boldest hath
Trod down a path, which thou may'st safely tread,
Make for thyself a path!
Still thou my heart, dear love! It will not break
Though bent awhile it be;
And if it needs must be, that it shall break,
It breaks not, love, with thee.
TREASURE TROVE.
Through the forest idly,
As my steps I bent,
With a free and happy heart,
Singing as I went.
Cowering in the shade I
Did a floweret spy,
Bright as any star in heaven,
Sweet as any eye.
Down to pluck it stooping,
Thus to me it said,
"Wherefore pluck me only
To wither and to fade?"
