Anonymous.

  Farewell! farewell! a sad farewell! 
    ’Tis fate’s decree that we should part;
  Forebodings strange my bosom tell,
    That others now will pain thy heart: 
  If so, calm as the waveless deep,
    Whereby the passing gust has blown,
  Unmark’d, the eye will turn to weep
    O’er days that have so swiftly flown,
  Remember me—­remember me,
  My latest thought will be for thee.

  The tale which to thee I’ve confest
    Another ne’er shall hear again;
  Nor love, that link’d me with the blest,
    Be darken’d with an earthly chain. 
  No, as the scroll above the dead,
    The dreams of parted joys will last;
  There is a bliss now love has fled,
    To trace this record of the past. 
  Then, oh! mid all remember me—­
  My latest thought will be for thee.

  Life hath been as a cloudy day,
    Yet still it hath not all been gloom,
  For many a wild and broken ray
    Hath cheer’d awhile my spirit’s doom;
  As flow’rets on a river’s rim,
    Whose shadows deck each passing wave,
  Thought lingers on, perturb’d and dim,
    Or sunbeam resting on a grave. 
  Remember me—­remember me—­
  My latest thought will be for thee.

  Where’er my feet may wander now,
    No more awakes the slightest care;
  It matters not—­for still wilt thou
    Be present ’mid my heart’s despair. 
  So springs and blooms, in lonely state,
    Some flow’ret on a roofless cot,
  And decks with smiles, though desolate,
    The gloomy stillness of the spot. 
  Remember me—­remember me—­
  My latest thought will be for thee.

  Though calm the eye, and still the tongue,
    It needs not that the cheek be pale
  To prove the heart by feelings wrung,
    And brooding o’er a hopeless tale;
  For calm is oft the ocean’s breast,
    Though ’neath its deep blue waters lie
  A thousand wrecks—­so sorrows rest
    In still and silent misery. 
  Remember me—­remember me—­
  My latest thought will be for thee.

H.P.

* * * * *

THE COURSE OF LOVE.

(For the Mirror.)

  Go, trace the forest maze,
    Or Cretan lab’rinth solve,
  On Nature’s myst’ries gaze,
    Or Gordian knot resolve.

  Tell whence the magnet’s force,
    The central motive scan,
  Lay bare Nile’s hidden source,
    Earth’s vast circumference span.

  Results from such detail
    Skill superhuman prove: 
  Yet powers like these would fail
    To tell the course of love.

  Direct the impulse fierce
    Of ocean’s watery sway;
  When wint’ry tempests pierce,
    Bind Boreas to obey.

  Go, mould the fleeting cloud,
    The lucid dew-drop mix,
  The solar radiance shroud,
    The trembling moonbeam fix.