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MRS . EDMUNDS .

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“ OH THAT I HAD THE WINGS OF A DOVE, THEN WOULD
I FLEE AWAY , AND BE AT REST."

Where shall I seek for rest ? Alas ! not here ;
'T were idly done to seek it midst the din
Of commerce, and its many busy cares.
Nor would I in retirement - there alas !

My heart's distracted still, and finds no rest ;

I cannot leave myself — my thoughts still cling
To earth, and earthly objects — but the grave,
Aye, there is lasting rest— “ The wicked cease

From troubling, and the weary areat rest ;"
Oh ! there I fain would lie - life's fever o'er,

Beyond the reach of care and pain for evermore.
FORGET ME NOT.

Forget me not, for I am one
Firm in affection as a rock,

That many a wave has beat upon ,
Yet has this heart sustained the shock.

Forget me not - recall to mind

Those happy hours we used to rove,
From either eye a glance so kind
Would dart — it was the glance of love.
Forget me not, when day by day,
Thou walkest midst the painted flowers,
Lest chance some songster on the spray
Warbles a love more true than ours .

Forget me not, when at the feast
thou dost preside;
Aud social
There was a time when I was blest

With one who loved me at my side.
SONNET.

Cynthia glides between yon trees
Making the weary traveller glad,
Wild music floats upon the breeze
And yet my heart is sad.

Spring awakes the birds and flowers,
Lost to earth with snow yclad ;
Now they sing in yonder bowers,
But yet my heart is sad .