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Can sad affliction's sting disarm,
And banish every care.
While folly's votary hates thy shrine,
And grandeur fears thy power-Still be thy rich enjoyments mine,
To bless life's fleeting hour.
TO AN INTERESTING YOUNG LADY,
DEAF AND DUMB.
WEEP not maiden, that thou never
Canst thy ardent love express; Weep not fate from thee doth sever
All that would affection bless.
Wouldst thou strive to lighten sorrow?
'Tis the sigh thy breast will freeWouldst thou soothing accents borrow?
All our tears we give to thee.
Though like some sweet opening flower
Which the blush of morn displayed, Pressed by evening's rudest shower,
Each loved beauty seems to fade,
Yet the orb of glory risen
Bids the floweret droop no more: Thus the cheering dawn of heaven
All thy graces shall restore.
The shadowy reign of Time had passed away,
I saw the scroll
TO THE DOVE.
SWEET warbler of the painted vest,
The condor vast, the wren minute,
Thou claim'st my sympathy and love; For still in some sequestered grove, Thou dost indulge thy artless moan, And lov'st to sing and sigh alone.
Thy tender strain of hapless wo
Yet blithe and cheerful is thy mien, And halcyon mirth with thee is seen: Thou roam’st at large, disporting free, Fidelity a trait of thee.
LOOK AT T'OTHER SIDE."
When Jim one day with brother Joe,
A simple, thoughtless clown, With father's leave se
And see the shows in town:
out to go
Įt chanced, while idly gaping round,
Each wonder to descry, An orange, fair, and seeming sound,
Caught Joe's attentive eye.
Joe gazed not long, and straight had bought
With haste and chuckling pride; But Jim, a youth of keener thought,
Said, “Look at t'other side!”
Joe viewed again without ado,
And questioned well his sight;
The fruit was rotten quite.
Whatever doth betide,
But “looks at t'other side!”
When fools arrayed in fortune's smile,
Are puffed with haughty pride; Joe envies first, then thinks awhile,
And “looks at t'other side!”
When scandal takes its busy round,
With huge and sweeping stride,
He s looks at t'other side!'
When urged in DISSIPATION's maze,
Corroding griefs to hide,
And “looks at t'other side!”
When sad distress and care are nigh,
And faithless friends deride; With humble hope and tearful eye,
Joe " looks at t'other side!”
And when_life's raging tempest past
No more he stems the tide; With joy on yonder shores, at last,
He'll view “ the other side!”
THE BROOK KEDRON.
The day hath fled, on Salem's tower
The lovely moon-beam calmly shines; Hushed is the song in court and bower,
And worshipless the holy shrines. 'Tis night. Jerusalem is still,
And lost in sleep are bond and free; Her streets, her vale, the holy hill
Repose in sweet tranquillit
Repose they all?—have none from sleep
Aroused, to sigh o'er Zion's blight?Retire not some, alone, to weep
Wake not a faithful few this night?
Yes! and along the beetling brow
Of his beloved Olivet,
And there have his disciples met.
How sad the greeting! who may tell
The tenderness which in that look Burst forth, when Jesus wept farewell
To those he loved by Kedron's brook!