COLUMBIAN FOUNTAIN.

NOT A POET.
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won BY FANNY FoRREsrxR.
am little maiden,


Who fain would touch the Tyre;
But my poor fingers ever


Bring discord from the wire.
Tis strange Pm not poet,


There's music in my heart;
Some mystery must linger


About this angel art.
Pm told that joyous spirits,


Untouched by grief or care,
In mystery so holy ..
Are all too light to share.
My heart is very gladsome;


But there's corner deep,
Where many a shadow nestles,
And future sorrows sleep.
] hope they'll not awaken,
AS yet for many year; .....
There's not on earth jewel,


That's worth one grief-born tear.
Long may the heart be silent,


Ii sorrows touch alone,
Upon the chords descending, m
Has power to wake its tone.
I'd never be poet, ...,..
My bounding heart to hush, .....
And lay down at the altar,


For sorrows foot to crush.
All, no! I'll gather sunshine,


For coming evenings hours;
And while the spring-time fingers,
III garner up its flowers, ..
I,fain would learn the music


OF those who dwell in heaven; -..
For woe-turned harp was never
To seraph fingers given.
But will strive no longer


To waste my heartfelt mirth au
will mind me that the gifted


Are the stricken ones of earth.