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YOU T H.

by Mary Wade White

" What is youth ? a dancing billow;

Winds behind and rocks before."

BOSTON:
Q EORGE COOLIDGE,
13 TREMONT ROW.

1861.

HARVARD h(5751 (COLLEGE

LIBRARY

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860,

BY GEORGE COOLIDGE,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of

Massachusetts.

Electrotyped at the
BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY.

Damrell & Moore, Printers, Boston.

POEMS OF YOUTH.

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY.

SHE walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half-impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, so eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

Anna Lætitia Barbauld.

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HERE'S TO THEE, MY SCOTTISH LASSIE.

HERE's to thee, my Scottish lassie! here's a

hearty health to thee, For thine eye so bright, thy form so light, and

thy step so firm and free; For all thine artless elegance, and all thy native

grace, To the music of thy mirthful voice, and the sun

shine of thy face; For thy guileless look and speech sincere, yet

sweet as speech can be Here's a health, my Scottish lassie! here's a

hearty health to thee!

Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! Though my

glow of youth is o'er, And I, as once I felt and dreamed, must feel and

dream no more ; Though the world, with all its frosts and storms,

has chilled my soul at last, And genius with the foodful looks of youthful

friendship passed ; Though my path is dark and lonely, now o'er this

world's dreary sea, Here's a health, my Scottish lassie! here's a

hearty health to thee!

Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! though I know

that not for me Is thine eye so bright, thy form so light, and thy

step so firm and free; Though thou, with cold and careless looks, wilt

often pass me by, Unconscious of my swelling heart, and of my

wistful eye; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love, nor

waste one thought on me, Here's a health, my Scottish lassie, here's a hearty

health to thee!

Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! when I meet

thee in the throng Of merry youths and maidens dancing light

somely along, l'u dream away an hour or twain, still gazing on

thy form As it flashes through the baser crowd, like light

ning through a storm ; And I, perhaps, shall touch thy hand, and share

thy looks of glee, And for once, my Scottish lassie, dance a giddy

dance with thee !

Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! I shall think

of thee at even, When I see its first and fairest star come smiling

up through heaven;

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