STANZAS.
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lhave loved-who has not' and the charm was


dispell'd,
While my bosom the sweet little messenger held,
As the noontide of manhood beamed warm on


my day,
Like the frost work of morning it melted away.
have wept-who has not' and the tear as it fell
Bore with it the sorrow that caused it to swell;
Even grief was dissolved in the warm tide OF


tears,
And remembrance was lost in the current OF


years.


have err'd-who has mott 'tis the frailty of all,
And to grieve when too late, with sour face to


the wall;''


But the wild song of folly rose high on the wind,
And the feeling was lost in the riot of mind.
I have bowed-who has not' to the Beng a


bove,


Whose attribute mercy, is given in lore;
Nor folly, nor manhood, nor years as they roll,
Can efface the best feeling tEAt clngs to my soul