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THE DONATION" VISIT. 365 |
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Who would not over the young heart
Hold a resistless sway"? An influence that could impart
A beam to cheer the way. That must be traced, in after years, Through clouds of woe and waves of tears ?
Fain would I win thy guileless love,
Thou of the violet eye ! Then on the tablet of thy heart
Write something pure and high; Something that, through eternity, Should make thee love and think of me. |
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THE DONATION VISIT.
They met, the joyous and the fair, And the clear lamp-light shone On many a bright eye beaming there, And many a brow unmark'd by care. To grief and tears unknown.
The laugh rung merrily—but weigh'd
Heavily on my heart: I thought how brightly hope portray'd Visions of life, without one shade,
Which must, alas ! depart, 25 |
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