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Vol., I. T"! Fill- from thy side to-night, Think, love, of me. So may I, absent, see, Pictured upon the night. Thy dear face set in light. Think, love, of me. ILLUSION. ~|VT"IGHT brought a dream of love, JLl A fond sweet dream of thee ! Thy heart beat warm upon my heart. Thy dear arms circled me. Alas, but Dawn now shows A cheerless couch to me ! 'Twas Sleep beguiled an empty heart, My vacant arms sought thee. A BROKEN RING. LO, thy poor ring is broken ! These kisses bind for aye. Let but this word be spoken Now thy poor ring is broken : — ' True love outlasts his token, Yet cannot choose but stay.' Lo, thy poor ring is broken ! These kisses bind for aye. PROBATION. THESE five years ! Ah, they have shown us one thing plain, These five years ! Joy has a deeper spring than tears ; Love knows a harbour shut to pain : — Dearest ! they are not spent in vain. These five years ! Ernest R.Droiiu. 9 V