ONE HEART'S ENOUGH FOR ME. 95 'Tis like a dream when one awakes This vision of the scenes of old; 'Tis like the moon, when morning breaks, 'Tis like a tale round watch-fires told. God of our fathers, in whose sight The thousand years that swept away Grant us that love of truth sublime, ONE HEART'S ENOUGH FOR ME. AUGUSTE MIGNON. ONE heart's enough for me And sing their songs on high, Ask but for one to love, And therefore should not I? One pair of eyes to gaze, 96 WOMAN'S LOVE. One pair of glowing cheeks, One pair of hands to twine One gentle form and fair- And learn love's sweetness there. WOMAN'S LOVE. ANON. MAN knows not love such love as woman feels. In him it is a vast devouring flame – Resistless fed in its own strength consumed. In woman's heart it enters step by step, Concealed, disowned, until its gentler ray Breathes forth a light, illumining her world. Man loves not for repose; he wooes the flower To wear it as the victor's trophied crown; Whilst woman, when she glories in her love, More like the dove, in noiseless constancy, Watches the nest of her affection till 'Tis shed upon the tomb of him she loves. THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS. 97 THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS. HOOD. ONE more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Touch her not scornfully! Make no deep scrutiny Rash and undutiful; |