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Rh This mystic gem thou gavest to me I took it, prized it; could I deem, 'Twould falsehood e'er detect in thee, Or change so soon my heart's fond dream.

So pure, so bright at first it shone, It might have graced love's diadem; A cloud has gather'd o'er the stone, Then take again the worthless gem.

No longer now its radiant beams Shine bright as night-lamps o'er the sea, No longer now to me it seems Love's beacon glittering beauteously.

O no! it telis of falsehood's chill, Of fickle heart and broken vow; Truth's light is past-hope's glowing thrill Love's smile-nay, all have faded now!

And give me back the ardent kiss, Which seal'd this heart so truly thine; For other lips have shared that bliss, Which I believed was wholly mine.

I will not blame thy falsehood now, I will not chide thy vows forgot; Yet look on this pale wither'd brow, And read the grief which dieth not.

O be mine, the love which steals, In its first warm breath from the maiden's heart ! Like the purest scent, which the rose conceals, Till its opening petals in beauty part.

Mine. O be mine, to catch the glance Which unguarded flashes from Myra's eye, Like the tell-tale beam, which, when hosts advance, Reveals where the spears of the ambush lie.

Mine, O be mine, to hear the tale, That in whispers tells of affection won, Like the murmuring sound in the lonely vale, That betrays where the flower-hid waters run.

Mine, Obe mine, to see thee smile, And take my tone from thine hour of mirth, As the flower in the far-off Indian isle Awakes, when the sun beams light the earth.

Mine, O be mine, to see thee weep, And catch thy tears as they precious fall, As crowds in the blood of martyrs steep A token, to make it more blest than all.

Mine, O be mine, for e'er to guard Each lightsome step of that perfect form, Till death shall release the watch and ward, Which has borne the sun, and withstood the storm.