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LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP.
And ere I could reply to him, he pulled and sped the dart, “You've hit me, little wretch,” I cried, “I feel it through my heart."
"Compose yourself, dear ma'am," said he, "I'll hie me to my rest;"
‘And I,” I said, "will pour my woes into kind Friendship's breast:"
Then quick to Friendship's couch I flew to tell him my
But ah! I found that he had fled, and Love alone was
THE Spirit of Beauty unfurls her light,
By the blossoms that cluster and whiten there;
At morn, I know where she rested at night,
At noon she hies to a cool retreat,
Where bowering elms over waters meet,
She dimples the wave where the green leaves dip,
SPIRIT OF BEAUTY.
At eve she hangs o'er the western sky
And round the skirts of their deepened fold,
She hovers around us at twilight hour,
When her presence is felt with the deepest power,
Then wheeling her flight through the gladdened air,
BY A. P. DINNIE 8.
"She flung her white arms around him-Thou art all That this poor heart can cling to.”
I COULD have stemmed misfortune's tide,
I could have smiled on every blow
While I might gaze on thee, and know
I could-I think I could have brooked,
Upon my fading face hadst looked
With less of love than now;
The sweet hope still my own,
To win thee back, and, whilst I dwelt
But thus to see, from day to day,
Thy brightening eye and cheek,
To meet thy smiles of tenderness,
Of kindness, ever breathed to bless,
To mark thy strength each hour decay,
It must not be; we may not part;