The Welcome And Farewell.

To meet, and part, as we have met and parted, One moment cherished and the next forgot, To wear a smile when almost broken-hearted, I know full well is hapless woman's lot; Yet let me, to thy tenderness appealing, Avert this brief but melancholy doom-- Content that close beside the thorn of feeling, Grows memory, like a rose, in guarded bloom. Love's history, dearest, is a sad one ever, Yet often with a smile I've heard it told! Oh, there are records of the heart which never Are to the scrutinizing gaze unrolled! My eyes to thine may scarce again aspire-- Still in thy memory, dearest let me dwell, And hush, with this hope, the magnetic wire, Wild with our mingled welcome and farewell!