Song Of Love.

("S'il est un charmant gazon.")     [XXII, Feb. 18, 1834.]     If there be a velvet sward     By dewdrops pearly drest,     Where through all seasons fairies guard     Flowers by bees carest,     Where one may gather, day and night,     Roses, honeysuckle, lily white,     I fain would make of it a site     For thy foot to rest.     If there be a loving heart     Where Honor rules the breast,     Loyal and true in every part,     That changes ne'er molest,     Eager to run its noble race,     Intent to do some work of grace,     I fain would make of it a place     For thy brow to rest.     And if there be of love a dream     Rose-scented as the west,     Which shows, each time it comes, a gleam, -     A something sweet and blest, -     A dream of which heaven is the pole,     A dream that mingles soul and soul,     I fain of it would make the goal     Where thy mind should rest.     TORU DUTT.