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TO onE WHO MAY UNpZRsrAYp TaEs
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TO onE WHO MAY UNDERSTAND TaEm


sY Aveusrus ssopeRAss.
THROUGH the valley, Ger the mountain,
BY the shore of Life's swift stream,
] have wandered fer the Fountain


That restores young Loves first dream.
'Tis the fountain sought by sages,
Which reness the pulse Of Life;
AIithe pangs Of Love assuagss,


Gains the troubled bosom's strife !.
have sought it, nor have found it,
1t flows silent in the earth;
Guardians fierce fore'er surround it,


Not drop can we pluck forth
have sought it, and shall find IL


When Lifs's river backward flows;
When Death's chains to ms shall bind 1t,
And its waters round me close.
Then, dread Mem'ry, then ,hou'it vanish;
Night her sable wings. shall wave;
Death our tolturing cares shall banish
Mem'ry sleeping in the grave
There the fountain ever sparkling,


Washes idle griefs away;
And the soul in sorrow darkling,
Bursts resplendent into Day
i have loved thee--long and madly;
Tbeu hast smiled, and seemed like Truth
believed thee, and how gladly!


Dreaming Time was e'er Youth!
Smiles are meanless, tears deceiving,
Flowing from a traitorous heart;
Pure, made thee-fond believing
False, | know that now thou art
Fare thee well though yet love thee;
For thee, Mem'ry hath sting
Truth shall bear me far above thee
Mem ry's Fountain for me spring
Norwich, N. Y.