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subJolned pretty lines. ne young poet
we are informed, is the daugh>
tel Of an esteemed Baptist minister OF this
county-need rot be afraid to permit such
articles to appear IN print, as we do assure
her, they possess more than ordinary mer.
it.


Mr. FALCoNER:


Ssr-I'he author of the following lines,
is young Lady just entered her teens
You will please examine them, and upon
examination, if you think they are worthy
of place in the columns of the Gazette,
you are at liberty to publish them
Holy Springs, Jan. 1916. X.


For the H. s. Gazette
Ewes Departure from Paradise.
Beside silvery fountain she sat absorbed in
Musing upon her wayward destiny, the ruin she


had wrought,
Depicted upon her countenance, behold is deep


despair,
Upon those lovely features, which were so


bright and fair
Her bsauteous form is bow'd with sorrow low,
Her whole appearance is that OF hopeless wo.
Alas. she cried, hapless mortal what have ]


done!
I have no home beneath the radiant sun,
There's not spark of hope that doth remain,
Yet would Iinger, where has been my shori


but joyous reign.
| This spot wherein / was ever taught to rove,
When there was no burden on my heart, bu
that Of holy love.
And must leave thee, Eden, the idol Of M


heart
The 'ry of thy joys can ne'er from me de


part.


And can leave these lovely walks, where Iy


so often roamed,
From morn till eve among the fowers7 fe


now I'm ever doomed
To be beggar; an outcast, npon the wild


world thrown,
Miserable thoughtl O that | had never goo


from evil known.
These beautiful trees under whose shades,


have so OH reposed,
Whilst TO the burning rays of the MONDAY su


eXpOseui
And quenched my thirst, from this fountain


fresh and clear,
But Eden. this is no, hall thy charms, for no


methinks hear
The warblings of the little birds, that fly froi


tree tc tree.
And like all other living creatures, pay reVel
, But must not Iinger here, I must no longe
breathe this air,
'Tis too pure for polluted wretch to breathe
must hasten where
There are no charms TO court my stay. So ia
thee well.
The scenes of all my glory and misery; ]
where dwell
Nothing but wild beasts of prey. lis decreed
cannot stay with you,
So E1en and happiness long, long adieu-


E. j. r.


