Darkly and drearily, Ellen Lisle, Pass the lonely moments All the while; Come, bid this night begone, Quickly and speedily Ellen Lisle, Greet with thy voice again Then, filled with joy profound, My spirits will rebound And its echoes resound, Ellen's come. TO MY LAST RESORT." The following lines were written from Kansas City, Mo., in' 1869, to a young lady in Jefferson, who had, on his departure West, promised the writer that after unsuccessful effort elsewhere, she would be his last resort. ""Tis my last resort," my beautiful one, For I've searched in vain all climes of the sun, To weep when thou'rt far and laugh when thou'rt nigh, To trust in thy truth when storms are above And anchor my faith in thy haven of love. Stay not thy coming, for night shadows fall, Investing my heart in an ominous pall; Thy presence will bring the sun through the cloud, The beams of thy love dispel the dark shroud, Welcome the morrow with rosy delight, And follow with joy the footsteps of night. Be queen of this heart and make it thy home, Till angels look down from heaven above And crimson their blush in its mirror of love. Oh! then I'll not mourn the loves that I have lost, But estimate all as the sum of thy cost, That these were wanting in genuineness. "Since last shall be first," let anchor be cast And you shall be first, and shall be the last. (On seeing an old sweetheart after several years' absence, 1881.) Bright dream of my youth! Sweet shade of the past, I saw thee to-day, how changed since the last; Its prayer unanswered, its desire undone; Thy bright smile may still excite the cold heart, A gulf lies between I dare not pass o'er, |