POETRY.
AMORIS REPUTATIO.
IF I at times my fate upbraid
With all that might have been,
In that sweet realm of Love, fair maid,
Of which you were the queen, And think what perfect happiness Our mutual troth had seen, If Heaven had pleased our life to bless With wedded joy serene ;- I still with grief attempt to cope, Nor let sad memories teem,— The blessing of that early hope Not wholly lost I deem. Fruition oft is dearly bought, Nor are things as they seem ;
I find my comfort in this thought,—
I still possess my dream.
[Limn ab eodem Latine redditum.] Siqua dulce regnum pergo Computans negatum, Pulcra quod regebat virgo, Increpare fatum, Mutnumque Here lumen Hymen quod dedisset, Mite al deorum numen Votis affnisset ;— Non tamen memor doloris Pectus usque flebit ; Priatini felix Amoris Umbra iam manebit.
Pretiosa vota nolim Esse quam cluere, Hoc certe iuvabit olim,— Somnium tenere. P. M. L.
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