THE DAY OF LOVE.

The beam of morning trembling

Stole o'er the mountain brook,

With timid ray resembling

Affection's early look.

Thus love begins — sweet morn of love!

The noon-tide ray ascended,

And o'er the valley's stream

Diffused a glow as splendid

As passion's riper dream.

Thus love expands — warm noon of love!

But evening came, o'ershading

The glories of the sky,

Like faith and fondness fading

From passion's altered eye.

Thus love declines — cold eve of love!