EVENING STAR.

'T WAS noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,

Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile

On her cold smile;
Too cold too cold for me -
There pass'd, as a shroud,

A fleecy cloud,

And I turn'd away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,

In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart

Is the proud part

Thou bearest in Heaven at night,

And more I admire

Thy distant fire,

Than that colder, lowly light.

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.

TAKE this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I
- while I weep!

weep

O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.

Original drawing by Charles Copeland.