POETRY.

From BtacksCoOd's Magasine. HOU THE MAID!
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.9. From BlacksOOOd's Magasine.

 ART THOU THE MAID! Art thou the maid, from whose blue eye, Mine drank such deep delight? Was thine that voice of melody

 Which charm'd the silent night? fain would think thou art not she Who hung upon mine arm, .- When love wasyet amystery, A sweet resistIess charm. It seemed to me as though the spell On both alike were cast; prayed but in thy sight to dwell, a- For tlee to breathe my last. Mine inmost secret sonlwas thine, Thou vert enthroned therein, Like sculptured saint in holy shrine,

 All free from guile and sin. And, Heaven forgive! I did adore

 With more than pilgrims zeal; ..... And then thy smile--but oh! no more!

 No more may reveal. Enough-we've parted--bo,h must own, The accursed power of gold, wandered through the world alone,

 Ihow hast been bought and sold.