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His cheeks, where love with beauty glowed,
A deadly pale o'ercast;
So fades the fresh rose in its prime,
Before the northern blast.
The parents now, with late remorse,
Hung o'er his dying bed;
And wearied Heaven with fruitless prayers, And fruitless sorrows shed.
""Tis past," he cried, "but if your souls
Sweet mercy yet can move,
Let these dim eyes once more behold
She came; his cold hand softly touched,
But oh! his sister's jealous care
(A cruel sister she !)
Forbade what Emma came to say,
"My Edwin, live for me."
Now homeward as she hopeless went,
The churchyard path along,
The blast blew cold, the dark owl screamed Her lover's funeral song.
Amid the falling gloom of night,
Her startling fancy found
Alone, appalled, thus had she passed
The visionary vale
When lo! the deathbell smote her ear,
Sad sounding in the gale!
Just then she reached, with trembling steps,
Her aged mother's door:
"He's gone!" she cried, "and I shall see
I feel, I feel this breaking heart
Beat high against my side!”
From her white arm down sunk her head,
BE wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer :
Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears
And scarce in human wisdom to do more.
All promise is poor dilatory man,
And that through every stage. When young, indeed,
As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise.
And why? Because he thinks himself immortal.
So dies in human hearts the thought of death.
OFT has it been my lot to mark
Whatever word you chance to drop,
and sure I ought to know"So begs you'd pay a due submission, And acquiesce in his decision.
Two travellers of such a cast,
"Hold there!" the other quick replies, "'Tis green-I saw it with these eyes, As late with open mouth it lay, And warmed it in the sunny ray; Stretched at its ease the beast I viewed, And saw it eat the air for food." "I've seen it, sir, as well as you, And must again affirm it blue; At leisure I the beast surveyed, Extended in the cooling shade."
"'Tis green! 'tis green, sir, I assure ye." "Green!" cries the other, in a fury:
Why, sir, d'ye think I've lost my eyes?"
""Twere no great loss," the friend replies;
"For if they always serve you thus,
You'll find them but of little use."
So high at last the contest rose,
To him the question they referred ;
cease your pother-
"And I'll be sworn, that, when you've seen The reptile, you'll pronounce him green."
"Well, then, at once to ease the doubt," Replies the man, "I'll turn him out: "And when before your eyes I've set him, you don't find him black, I'll eat him."
He said; then full before their sight
Produced the beast, and lo!-'twas white. Both stared, the man looked wondrous wise"My children," the Chameleon cries,
(Then first the creature found a tongue,)
"You all are right, and all are wrong:
When next you talk of what you view,