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are ieW, but deep and solemn, and they break
Flesh from the fount OF feeling. - PeYcipal.
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Are few, but deep and solemn, and they break


Fresh from the fomt Of feeling --Percipal \,
|iai.a HOPE.
They say that hope is false as fair,


Alluring with its artful wiles, .a. \.
But if it0were SO, who would CARE
Il So many sorrows il beguiles 2
So bright its sunlight visions are, A7a


LIS warm embrace SO chains The heart,
Wescannot--nay weamay not dare,


TO bid the syren once depart. ~
Like that sweet seraph, who to rest, .-s
& Reclined beneath the moss rose shade, : 4
Itmakes e'en beauty seem more blest.
And brightens where its Light hath played.
The desert waste knows not the rose,-- aa
\ The lily sliuns the icy slope Y
But Atric's sands or Arctic SHOWS,


Bloomey eyer with the, flowers Of hope.
Round the lone heart its tendrils cling,
Andron cares brow of fever'd gloom,
A cooling shade its leaflets fling, .


While joy floats up with its perfume.
An, blessed Hope. my heart, be strong.


Since, though thy strings be crushed and
!. rlven, rt2s0
Hope whispers that the harp ere long l
z Will be re strung and tuned in Heavan
5aaes yt-efe aehsf PAULrNE