MAIDENHOOD.

BY HENRx W. LoNGFELLow.
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BY HENRY W. LoNGFELLow.
Maiden with the meek brown eyes,
In those orbs shadow lies,
Like the dusk in evening skies
Thou whose looks outshine the sun,
Golden tire sses wreathed in one,
As the braided streamlets run! ..
Standing with reluctant feet, It
Where the brook and river meet
Womanhood and childhood fleet!
Gazing with timid glance @
On the brookle's swift advance,
On the rivers broad expanse !!
Deep and still, that gliding stream
Beautiful to thee must seem,
As the river Of dream. .u
Then why pause wi tn indecision, "
When bright angels in thy vision
Beckon thee to fields Elysian?
See'st thou shadows sailing by,
AS the dove with started eye, ..
Sees the falcons shadow fly?
Hearst thou voices on the shore,
That our ears perceive no more,
Deaiened by the cataract's roar?
o! thou child of many prayers!
Life hath quicksands life hath snares
Care and age come unawares!
Life the swell of some sweet tune,
Morning rises into noon,
May glides onward into June.
Childhood is the bough where slumbered
Birds and blossoms, many numbered
Age, that bough with snow encountered. !,
Gather, then, each flower that grows,
When the young heart overhows,
To embalm that tent of SHOWS.
Bear lilly in thy hand
Gates of brass cannot withinstand
One touch Of that magic wand.


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Bear through sorrow, wrong and truth,
In thy heart the dew Of youth,
On thy lips the smile Of truth.

o, that dew like balm shall steal
Into wounds that cannot heal,
Even as sleep our eyes doth seal.
And that smile, like sunshine, dart
Into many sunless heart,
For smile Of God thou art.