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For the Columbian Fountain


TO MARTHA 50.
loved thee when first beheld


Those peerless charms Of thine;
! loved thee when at first held
Thy snowy hand in mine;
loved thee when thy sparkling glance
First beam'd, fair girl, on me,
And felt that nought could e'er enhance
The bliss conferred by thee.
And when thy bright, enchanting smile
First soothed this aching heart,
Thou look'dst SO pure, SO free from guile
And each deceptive art,
That O! / loved thee with love
That words can never tell
A love that thou alone could'st prove,
AS thou hast proved too well.
loved thee when thy dulcet voice,
Like the cithara's tone,
First thrill'd this breast with richer joys
Than it had ever known.
Those mellow accents murmur yet
Within my bosoms core,
Of joys knew when first we met
That can be mine no more.
And o! when first thy dewy lip


Was fondly pressed to mine,
The extacy it gave to sip


The nectar fresh from thine,
Was sweeter far then ever moved
A cold, impassve breast;
For hearts that never warmly loved
Were never truly blest!
But thou art chang'd. Another bows
Before thy beauty's shrine,
And hears from thee the whispered vows
That once were only mine;
And yet no more, no more to thee,


Will love so pure be given:
A love that was too deep to be


Bestowed on aught but Heaven.
Take back, take back, the broken VOW
1t once could make me blest;
But 0 it has no power now


To heal this bleeding breast.
Alas! IT'S ever thus with all


The hopes that gild my way:
They never rise except to fall,


Nor bud but to decay!!! JOHN l.
WASHINGTON, 4th May. 1916.