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Fresh from the fount Of feeling Percfvai J8t
aa. From the Examiner ta.
ua4 TO MISS C~#~s~s-. .r,g,
| love 10 gaze on azure blue 8ara5 +. ..a.
I That decks the sky at even tide, M .ps.
'Ti sable curtains dim their hue; atI,.a
And from my rapt admiring view ags
It's softly blended beauties hide, a.al IF ,r,g
| love 10 set at noon day time 44 p ,-.


And then in careless musings doze--- ~
And hear the birds their music chime, s,
Till waited on the breeze sublime, l,t i
My soul doth seek in sleeps repose. isifg
| love the merry time Of spring, Af f
When zephers o'er the flowers blow; a
And little birds so sweetly sing, g,tan yaa bi4,
Which through each vale their chorus ring
And all the woods with song o'erfow. a7
But fancy's wing why should thus n
Such empty futile thoughts pursue2 e'
When still there's something yet love,
Resembling those in heav'n above, 81 tn
Far farer than the azure blue. Al tea ,#H aa
But that! | must not mention i'll
Oh that must not, cannot tell
For darkest doubts around it fit, @
Although its charms enchant my wit,
And make my pointed feather dwell.


Yet still there's something says go on,


And bids me tell it all 10 thee


Then be not angry lovely one, ...,...,.
More modest than tho hIuqhinu moon .N


But oh forgive and pity me!
Then more love TO gaze on you, a,,l ,... Il


Sweet subject of my SOUPS best dreams,
More lovely than the azure blue ~ ..
Der manting heaven with all its hue, rs


Or sunbeam when it brightly CLEANS. ,,.
One glance at thee, one little word, 4 5a gal.


10 me is dearer sweeter far, m sas) bssa
Than azure blue or singing bird, agHr 5s lta
Whose music through each vale is heard 81 w
Or springtime's brightest, fairest star.
Then what will pleasures be to me? ajdsg II
| Their pearly streams so bright and fair2
Their watching smiles unshared by thee?
No longer rapt in ecstacy, II .t.tIE


My lonely heart will languish there.
N. ~. July ~, Io4O. tta, hoSEYENCE.


THE HYMN OF THE DEW.
know what the dew sang as down to the


folds aa7a rlt 4af


Of the silken rose il fell;
Twas not for the ear, but the musing heart


In the twilight heard it we'll nHi
There came no words--you might listen long


And say that you only heard gaa lapa
The trill Of the harp in the waving grass, ii'


And the tune Of the evening bird ga
But a song it sang, and caught it well


As il shone in the white moons rays: \.
II was sweet as the breast whereon it lay,


And the burden aye was praise. a
II was not meant for the perfumed rose,


The belle of the summer bower; Fl. ggs
Twas not for the star that, silver bright, ts
Looked into the heart of the flower; M
The praise was all for the Holest-- 3


And the garden knew the tone,


When the earth was one full cup of bliss,


And the Lord was God alone


Not such are the passionate words of song


That men to their idol speak,


Thrilling the nerves and bringing the tears


And leaving the strong one weak.


II stirred not even the pollen-dust


As it gently Aoated through, 4
And it lay on my heart like peace all night


That hymn of the holy dew aaaaa


