"And lose the husband in the lover.
"May that fair bosom never know
"What 'tis to feel the restless woe;
"Which stings the soul, with vain regret,
"Of him, who never can forget."

* * * * *


TO JULIA!


Julia! since far from you I've rang'd,
Our souls with fond affection glow not;
You say 'tis I, _not you_ have chang'd,
I'd tell you why,--but yet I know not.

2.

Your polish'd brow, no cares have crost,
And Julia! we are not much older,
Since trembling first my heart I lost,
Or told my love with hope, grown bolder.

3.

Sixteen was then our utmost age,
Two years have lingering pass'd away, love!
And now new thoughts our minds engage,
At least, _I_ feel disposed to stray, love!