THE COTTAGE WHERE WE MET

Two streams wending onward and ever, Though springing from wells far apart, Then joining to ne'er again sever ; T'was thus with thy soûl and my heart ! You remember the old cottage, dearest,

That ivy-clad cot where we met ; TÎ8 a memory to me of the sweetest, I will not, I cannot forget !

Two lights in the soft-ethered Heaven, Which earthward poured down but one beam, Were the hopes of the future then given To us in our beautiful dream !

That cottage where roses abounded,

That dear little place where we met, Where the fragrance of flowers surrounded Our hearts : say you'll never forget !

Years rolled, and forever we parted ; The stream became two as of yore ; The lights — though long one — separated, In life ne'er to meet any more.

Still the past is bef ore me forever . . .

Oh ! dearest, l'il never forget When our love like the stars on the river, So bright made the cot where we met !