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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
“Compose yourself, dear ma'am,” said he, “I'll hie me to
my rest ;" “And I,” I said, “will pour my woes into kind Friend
ship’s breast :" Then quick to Friendship’s couch I flew to tell him my
despair, But ah! I found that he had fled, and Love alone was
SPIRIT OF BEAUTY.
BY R. DAW ES.
The Spirit of Beauty unfurls her light,
At morn, I know where she rested at night,
At noon she hies to a cool retreat,
At eve she hangs o'er the western sky
She hovers around us at twilight hour,
BY A. P. DINNIE S.
“She flung her white arms around him-Thou art all That this poor heart can cling to."
I could have stemmed misfortune's tide,
And borne the rich one's sneer,
Nor shed a single tear.
From life's full quiver thrown,
I should not be " alone.”
I could—I think I could have brooked,
E’en for a time, that thou
With less of love than now;
The sweet hope still my own,
On earth, not been “ alone."
But thus to see, from day to day,
Thy brightening eye and cheek,
Unnumbered, slowly, meek;
And catch the feeble tone
And feel, I'll be “ alone;"
To mark thy strength each hour decay,
And yet thy hopes grow stronger, As filled with heaven-ward trust, they say,
“Earth may not claim thee longer;" Nay, dearest, 't is too much-this heart
Must break when thou art gone; It must not be; we may not part;
I could not live “ alone !"