A Love-song

BY THOMAS BAI1EY AI.DRICH. Good night ! I have to aay good night To such a host of peerleas things I Good uight uuto tliat trafile band. All queenly with lts weight of riuga; Gooa uight to fond, upiil'ted eyes, Good night to chestnut braidaof hair, Good night uuto the perfect mouth. And all the sweetnea nestled theie, - The anuwy hand detaius me, then I'li have to aay good uight agam ! But there will come a time, mv love, When, if I read our stars atight, I shall uot luiger by this poruli With my adieua. Till then, good night ! You wisli the time were now ï And 1. You do uot blush to wish it ao? You would have blushod yoursolf to death To owii fio tuuch a year ago, - With, both these snowy hands ? ah, thea I'U have to say good night again !