Yet the greatest bliss in life,
And the richest prize we find,
Is a good, contented mind.
THE MERRY COUNSEL.
He by whom man's foolish will
Is each day reviewed and blamed,
Who when others fools are still,
Is himself a fool proclaimed,—
Ne'er at mill was beast's back pressed
With a heavier load than he.
What I feel within my breast
That in truth's the thing for me!
DIFFERENT EMOTIONS ON THE SAME SPOT.
THE MAIDEN.
I've seen him before me!
What rapture steals o'er me
Oh, heavenly sight!
He's coming to meet me;
Perplexed, I retreat me,
With shame take to flight.
My mind seems to wander!
Ye rocks and trees yonder,
Conceal ye my rapture,
Conceal my delight!
THE YOUTH.
'Tis here I must find her,
'Twas here she enshrined her,
Here vanished from sight.
She came, as to meet me,
Then fearing to greet me,
