II Ah, love, forget me if I e'er forget The morn when first thy dewy lips touched mine! awe; When in thy tender eyes that light I saw Whereof no gleam was in the barren lands O joy supreme! Transcending utterly all other bliss! Joy that didst wake me from an idle dream, To consecrate my rapture with a kiss, My darkened soul thou didst illuminate; Therefore I praise thee! Love alone is great! III Dear love, thine eyes are like an open book, So many wonders have I read therein, So many secrets learned that none can know, Till stealthy hand of Death shall touch my heart, Nay, I think my heart is whole; Since our love has reached its goal, Nothing human can portray, STANLEY. (ON HIS SECOND RETURN FROM AFRICA.) DEAR friend, while you across the mighty fields Which brings you, crowned with laurel, to my side. Where tropic sunbeams on the palm leaves play. 'Tis fixed and guided by Eternal hands; In dream or vigil, and in peace or war, He has the comfort of that guiding star! Why were you dowered thus, when you were born, My hero, with a stern unending scorn What cooled the fever in your aching veins? 'Twas destiny. We call it Providence. You call it so. In one fine mood intense, |