THE OASIS; OR, GOLDEN LEAVES OF FRIENDSHIP. MY BOOKS. GOLDEN volumes! richest treasures! THE OASIS. THE travellers passed o'er a desert drear, 'Neath scorching suns, o'er scorching sands; Few fertile spots the vision cheer, Few welcome shades invite their bands: Day after day they travelled on, Till fell exhaustion claimed the breath; When fainting, at the setting sun, A broad Oasis saved from death: They ate, they drank-forgot their fears; Not far unlike it is this age Of red and yellow novel reading; Sickens for want of solid duty; It finds it. but at what a cost! Perceptions dulled to truth and beauty: But here's a pure Oasis spread, To purify both heart and head. PRESENTATION TO A LADY. I BEG thee keep this simple gift Though then thou seem'st some spirit bright; Not when the tears of sorrow flow, To chase away that spirit's light; Not in the crowd, that hollow cheat, When musing memory loves to reign, |