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Y THE LATE JAS. B. ANDERSON, ESQ.
told her that her marble brow


Der which her auburn locks were
straying,


Was like drift Of purest snow,


Where golden sun set rays are playing
told her that her soft blue eyes
Would shame the brightes spheres OF


heaven,


That walk the chambers Of the skies,
Upon a moonless summer even.
swore no sunny cloud could vic
In snowy softness with her BOSOM
And that her check had stole the dye,
From wild rose and magnolia blossom.
I vowed that unto her alone,


Nv burning heart had worship given;
That should she on its homage frown,
'Twould then to dark despair be driven.
And then gazed upon her form'


And pressed her small white hand with


fcrvor


And asked her if, mid calm or stom,
She would be mine, und mine forever
And swore I'd keep my VOWS,


As true as rule or square or plummet;
But--she placed her finger on her nose,
And told me that "couLDN'T COME ri"