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These exquisite Lyrics were written for Heath's Book of Beauty, to illustrate a portrait; but, being excluded in the arrangement of that charming volume for publication, they have been kindly given to the Literary Gazette. Our readers must, under the circumstances, fancy a likeness to which to apply them.—''Ed. L.G.'' do I think of thee?— When think I not? Thou art, whate'er may be, Still unforgot.

Does the sweet morning rise, Bride-like, from sleep, When their first revelries Bird and bee keep, Singing out joyously In the green tree? Then, when my hopes are high, Think I of thee.

When, in the languid noon, Lip and eye close— When, like a fairy boon, Sweets leave the rose— Then life's enchanted stream, Lovely and lone, Mirrors a name and dream— Both are thine own.

When the chill midnight bids Dark shadows lour— Tears in the fragrant lids Of each pale flower— Then, O how mournfully! Think I of thee— So darkly our destiny Closes round me!

Fate has one hope for me, Life but one lot: When do I think of thee?— When think I not? L. E. L.