Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear? They were born to blush in her shining hair, She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth; She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth; Her place is now by another's side-- Bring Flowers for the locks of the fair young bride!

Beautiful boy! how is time away— The tones you hear in your childish play? With that enchanting look you may vainly seek To know if thy solemn lute can speak! But strike the chords, and the listening ear A gush of strange sweet sounds shall hear— Music far sweeter than hymns shall rise When the first star breaks in the western skies! Catharine Allan

Published Love’s Calendar, Lays of the Hudson, and Other Poems (1850) I’ve trod thy mountain paths, thy valleys deep, Through mazy thickets, and through tangled heath; I’ve climb’d thy piled-up rocks, from steep to steep, And gazed with rapture on the scene beneath. The noble plain that lies embosom’d there, The jutting headlands in thy mimic bay— The stream, impatient of his curb’d career, Sweeping through mighty mountains far away, His bosom burnish’d by the setting sun, Wh

From the Poesie’s minstrel lyre? Not of thee, sweet Lady, dreaming! Other thoughts, far nobler, teeming, In thy mind so full of grace; There’s a sun shines o’er thy face, There hath taught thee, Star of Beauty! Many a lesson, many a duty! Lovely teacher, never weary— Now, with a cold world, dreary Still their lessons, like a tune, Breathed soft beneath the softened moon, Sink silently into our hearts, Sink silently as dew on flowers, Which, with their changing petals make A d

Graham’s Magazine, Vol. XXII, No. 6, June 1843. SUMMER MORNING How cheering the glad light of Summer morn That glowing gilds the border of the heaven! Dispelling night and dreams, of fancy born, And giving solace to the spirit driven By phantom fiends! How cheering and how sweet, To see the orient sky thus deeply blushing, Along the line where earth & heaven meet, While through soft clouds the golden beams are gushing! Is there a heart so trampled, lone, and lorn, As not to b