I feel the grim tyrant approaching, That cruel implacable foe, Who spares neither age nor condition, Nor even old Rosin the Beau. Nor even, &c. Bessy was a Sailor’s Bride. 62 Poor Bessy was a sailor’s bride, And he was off to sea; Their only child was by her side, And who so sad as she! “Forget me not, forget me not, When you are far from me, And whatsoe’er poor Bessy’s lot, She will remember thee.” A twelvemonth scarce had pass’d away, As it was told to me, When Willie with a gladsome heart, Came home again from sea. He bounded up the craggy path. And sought his cottage door, But his poor wife and lovely child Poor Willie saw no more. “Forget me not, forget me not,” The words rung in his ear; He ask’d the neighbors one by one, Each answer’d with a tear, They pointed to the old churchyard, And there his youthful bride, With the pretty child he loved so well, Were resting side by side. Love Not. 63 Love not! love not! ye hapless sons of clay. Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers; Things that are made to fade and fall away, Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours. Love not! love not! Love not! love not! the thing you love may die, May perish from the gay and gladsome earth; The silent star, the blue and smiling sky, Beams on its grave, as once upon its earth. Love not! love not! Love not! love not! the thing you love may change, The rosy lip may cease to smile on you; The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange, The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true. Love not! love not! Love not! love not! Oh, warning vainly said In present hours, as in years gone by, Love sings a halo round the dear one’s head, Faultless, immortal, till they change or die. Love not! love not! Kitty Kimo. 64 Copied by permission of WM. HALL & SON, 543 Broadway, N. Y. owners of the copyright.