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jBIest Mary, would his lips have spoke, but they
Were still in death; and his dark eye fell glaz'd
And coldly set meath its unstrring lid
And she, the fond one, knelt beside him still,
Gazing with burning eye, yet shed no tear,
And then she bow'd her head, and buried close
Her face, while from her heart went up to Hcav'n
A silent pray'r, that God would grant her


strength


In this dark hour of desolating thought
And none but He can tell the inward strife,
The burst of thought, that agoniz'd her heart
And then she rose with calm and holy look,
Yet lingerd still beside his couch, and pressd
Once more the lips still clear to her, though pale
And cold and still, they answered not her kiss.
But there was one, who stood UNMARKED the
Her spor,iye, boy. whose glec was chasten'd


down,


He knew not why, till from his eye tear
Sprung forth, and coming to the bed, he took
Ills mothers hand, and said unconsciousy,
"Mother, how long till father will awake"
And then burst forth from the seal'd spring Of


grief


The tears that she had thought she would re-


strain,


For she had ncrv'd herself to bear her wo,
And watchd until her heart grew strong and firm,
But ah! she could not brook, unmov'd, that voice
And look OF her far boy, petWlHt tear
And smile, that came so sudden on her hcart;'--
1t spoke to her Of Joys departed, long.
And hopes deccv'd, and SORROWS yet TO come,
And all the utter darkness Of her fate;
And tears Aow'd fast and long, and chok'd the


pray'r


That would have risen for her orphan hoy.


And thus it is with womsn-her fond heart
Must still be plac'd in perfect trust on some
False dream of Joy, some cloudlet of the sky
Which fancy throwshigh DER our heads in youth,
And then must see it melt away, and leave
A dark'ning thunder cloud that bursts lis folds,
And in its fiery storm skaters her hopes.
She hath no second chance, for all is risk'd
At once and if she fails, she fails for aye.
Yet still so fond, so weak, SO slight thing,
Shrinking from e'en the summer wind, and one
Who seems as made for man to watch and guard,
Will brave the blasts ofadverse fate and unnov'd;
And by the strong endurance of her love,
Will rise, with mind elastic, from the storm
Which lays the pride Of manhoods daring lows
And tho the lov'd the chosen one should turn
In utter scorn away, yet will she cling
Where first she twn'd; and if at last she meet
But one kind word, will deem her wrongs repaid,
And, still confding, prove the faithful one.
D. Y. L.