I’D OFFER THEE THIS HEART.

COMPOSED BY VALENTINE DISTER.

Presented by LEE & WALKER, 188 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia.

I’d offer thee this heart of mine,

If I could love thee less,

But hearts as warm and pure as thine,

Should never know dis-

tress.

My fortune is too hard for thee,

’Twould chill thy dearest joy .......

I’d rather weep to see thee free,

Than win thee to destroy ..............

Than win thee to destroy.

I leave thee to thy happiness,

As one too near to love—

As one I’ll think of but to bless,

While wretchedly I rove;

And oh! when sorrow’s cup I drink,

All bitter though it be;

How sweet to me ’twill be to think

It holds no drop for thee.

Then fare thee well! an exile now,

Without a friend or home;

With anguish written on my brow

About the world I roam;

For all my dreams of bliss are o’er—

Fate bade them all depart—

And I must leave my native shore

In brokenness of heart.

THE VINTAGE. (See page 29.)

GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.

Vol. XLI. PHILADELPHIA, JULY, 1852. No. 1.