WE ARE BUT TWO-the others sleep We are but two-O, let us keep Heart leaps to heart-the sacred flood That warms us is the same; -his honest blood F** 66 THE BROTHERS. We in one mother's arms were locked Long be her love repaid; In the same cradle we were rocked, Our boyish sports were all the same, Lit up so long ago. WE ARE BUT TWO-be that the band To hold us till we die; Shoulder to shoulder let us stand, Till side by side we lie. SONNET. BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. My friend, adown Life's valley, hand in hand, With grateful change of grave and merry speech Or song, our hearts unlocking each to each, We'll journey onward to the silent land; And when stern Death shall loose that loving band, The one shall strew the other's grave with flowers, That thou, unseen, art bending over me. TO MISS M BY FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD. I KNOW that thou art beautiful,- I see its dimples come and go Thy rich eyes steal before mine own And on thy softly rounded cheek, And why is this? what wizard spell A tone-a word-a flower! I heard thy voice-so gayly sweet I could not choose to guess, The mouth that breath'd it wreath'd with smiles Of playful loveliness. It spoke to one whose tiny lips |