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Oh, yes, thou art, though changed the same, l read 1t in that auburn halr; Those speaking eyes, that thrilling frame, Which breatheas of heavens diyinest air: But yet there is shade of gloom,

 Which, to Iuy spirit seems to say, That care and grief have marr'd thy doom, Since girlhood's bright uncloaded day. Fair creature gazing thus on thee,

 The sunshine of the past returns And o'er what never moro can be,

 My time taught spirit hangs and burns. Thou vert bud of beauty then

 A star gem in cloudless sky A glory, idolized by men

 And who thy yotary more than How fieeteth time away! twelve years, With shades of grief and geams of joy, Have come and gone i'll smiles and tears, Since thou vert girl, and l were boy; Since, unreserved, how oft with thee,

 Twas mine, through wood and wild to range And art thou silent it be

 That like our looks, the heart can change When, within mine, thy finger thrilled, Although twas but moment brief, My heart dilated, sWell'd and fill d

 My bosom, with gash of grief; That pressure was a spell-that touch The treasures of the past unflrld; Showing at once, how time so much

 Had chang'd thee, me and all the world. Oh there is not earthly woe

 So bitter, as to see the form Once overbright with beauty's glow,

 Sent down beneath misfortune's storm To mark the once clear, eloudless eye,

 That sWam us in the depths of bliss, Subdued to darkness, and to dye

 Of such q dull, grey world as this. Would l had not known this Thou vast X n ifaa6e to nv musing mind, Amid the sunshine of the past

 In glory and delight enslrined; But now tie spell is broken,-now

 see that thou, like all, canst fade, That grief eanst ovefeload thy brow, And care thy cheek s pure beauty shade Yes thou canst change like all beside; And l have lived to look on thee, All radiant once ill youthful pride,

 ChilId by fororn diversity; And though like July skies, of yore

 Glow,d thy serene, unblemished frame, Eve sighed to hear black Envy pour

 Her venom on thy f4Yorite namei Flower ol life desert are thou sad Nouoht purer breathes beneath the sun Than thee, i'll thy sweet neokness clad ;- What could'st thou e'ef have said or done, That gloom should reage thy thoughts of rest, Should dim the bright eyes, cloud the brow, And hang burden on the breast

 Of aught so beautiful as thou Or is it that, from wandering come,

 From travels of the land and main, It was thy hope to greet at home,

 The faees of old friends again? Alas if such thy cause of woe

 Forever quenched thy jocund Inirth,- The old have died, and sleep below

 Thy young ars scattered o'er the earth. We sow in hope-but from the seeds

 Df prot,fsa notbiear zraan Cava orfaf. Joy's fowrets fade to nosome weeds

 Ofvulgar bloom, and bitter leaf: Age, when youths Wine hath run to lees, Confesses earth vale of tears Iris only hope's keen eye that sees

 Perfection's glow in coming years.