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Rh How well that youthful vow was kept,

Is written on a deathless page—

Vain all regrets, vain tears we've wept,

The record lives from age to age.

But one who "doeth all things well,"

Who made us differ from the throng,

Has it within his heart to quell

This torturing pain of thirst, ere long.

And you, whose soul is all aglow

With fire Prometheus brought from heaven,

Shall in some future surely know

Joys for which high desires are given.

Not always in a restless pain

Shall beat your heart, or throb your brow;

Not always shall you sigh in vain

For hope's fruition, hidden now.

Beloved, are your tear-drops dried?

The moon is riding high above:—

Though each from other's parted wide,

We have not parted early love.

And tho' you never are forgot,

The moonrise in the east shall be

The token that my evening thought

Returns to home, and love and thee!

VERSES FOR M.

The river on the east

Ripples its azure flood within my sight;

And, darting from the west,

Are "sunset arrows," feathered with red light.

The northern breeze has hung

His wintry harp upon some giant pine;