Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart to heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.

_Poems of the Affections, 15._


What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine,
Through my very heart they shine;
And, if my brow gives back their light,
Do thou look gladly on the sight;
As the clear moon with modest pride
Beholds her own bright beams
Reflected from the mountain's side
And from the headlong streams.

_Poems of the Affections, 18._


How beautiful when up a lofty height
Honour ascends.
* * * * *
A Widow ...
She wasted no complaint, but strove to make
A just repayment, both for conscience's sake
And that herself and hers should stand upright
In the world's eye.

_The Widow._