POETRY Y
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Are few, but deep and solemn, and they break
Fresh from the fount of feeling. .-Percioat.


For the Columbian Fountain


TO SUSAN.
Light of my life, my hearts intense desire,
Soul of my soul, thou blossom and thou
beam;
Thou kndest day with more than summers
fire,


Thou brightest night like some celestial
dream.
The sight of thee gives sunshine to my way,
Thy music breath brings rapture TO my ear; /;
My thoughts thy thoughts, like willing slaves
obey;


Oh, thou most beautiful, oh, thou most fair!
One look Of thine is worth monarch's throne,
One smile from thee would raise the dying
head I;
One tear of thine would melt the heart Of stone,
One kiss, one kiss, would vivify the dead.
Near thee, hours like moments fleet away
Absent, they linger heavy on the view;
In life, in death, oh let me with thee stay,
Oh thou most beautiful, most good, most
true M.
WAsHINGroN, April, l846.