Wilmington Journal

For the Journal.
Messrs. Editors:—The following exquisite lines are from the pen of a gifted lady in this State, and are presented as they sprung impromptu from her swept lyre.

"Do you remember, dear cousin, in conversation yesterday, we both expressed a belief in the instinctive attraction of congenial souls to each other?

There is a strange mysterious power,
Uniting hearts by potent spell—
Which often works in one short hour;
From whence it is I cannot tell.

Seas may divide them, years may roll,
Perchance they seldom meet again,
But still an impress on the soul
Of each will evermore remain.

Oh! 'tis a sweet, tho' mystic tie—
Congenial spirits feel the bliss—
And their fond hearts entranced would lie
Content to know such joy as this.

If time and change did not occur
To all who dwell beneath the skies
Such souls would seek their treasures here,
Nor ever higher wish to rise.

Why should some spirits upward spring
To greet each other all unsought?
Why swifter than a swallow's wing,
Turn from another all untaught?"