UNBIND THEE, LOVE.

Unbind thee, love, unbind thee, love,

From those dark ties unbind thee;

Tho’ fairest hand the chain hath wove,

Too long its links have twined thee.

Away from earth!— thy wings were made

In yon mid-sky to hover,

With earth beneath their dove-like shade,

And heaven all radiant over.

Awake thee, boy, awake thee, boy,

Too long thy soul is sleeping;

And thou mayst from this minute's joy

Wake to eternal weeping.

Oh, think, this world is not for thee;

Tho’ hard its links to sever;

Tho’ sweet and bright and dear they be,

Break or thou'rt lost for ever.