Future or Past no richer secret folds,
O friendless Present! than thy bosom holds.



MEMORY.


Night-dreams trace on Memory's wall
Shadows of the thoughts of day,
And thy fortunes, as they fall,
The bias of the will betray.



LOVE.


Love on his errand bound to go
Can swim the flood, and wade through snow,
Where way is none, 'twill creep and wind
And eat through Alps its home to find.



SACRIFICE.


Though love repine, and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply,--