For The Tribune.
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There's many a heart that long had kept
Its kindly-feelings as prize:
With fellow men had laughed and wept
While beamed affection in their eyes,
Tha, when away they coldly turned,
And deemed its love an idle care,
Hath ouenched the fires that for them oufheo'
And nursed to hate the ashes there
The CHERISHED hopes of youthful years
The joys defined for coming tune
The ,hrill of sweet Affections fears,
That touch the heart-a soothing chime;
A word unkind, glance OF scorn,
NAV wither when they fairest seem,
And bid the stricken spirit mourn,
The fading of pleasant dream,
Thus Life hath oft been stripped OF smies'
And Death dvcsrcd of its gloom,
And Friendship lost It's pleasant ~Iles'
And Man his tenderness entomoed.
Then ne'er refuse, but age receive
Loves offering, and give thine own
cold return may deeply grleye
A heart that beats for thee alone


a D. F. RANDOLPH