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From he Southern Literary Messenger. NOT AGAIN.-BY A. |. MEEK
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From He Southcra Literary Messenger. NOT AGAIN.--BY A. B. MEEK. Not again, not again Can my heart it's dream renew Brighter forms may meet my view; Sweeter tones may wander by, With a adreamier melody; Spirits heclSon through the trees, White robes flashing on the breeze; But they lure and tempt in vain; My sad heart will wear its chain

 Not again!

 Not again. not again Wine, that on the sand is poured To the cup may be restored; Fragrance, on the wild breeze she'd Bless the toweret whence it sped; Music seek the broken lute, Long forgotten, longer mute: And the heart once quelled by pain, Can its early bliss attain

 Not again

 Not aga'n, not again! Tempt me then no more, sweet girl, To imbibe the liquid pearl Though your face might win saint, From hls temples dim restraint - Yet my heart while owning this, Turns insensate from the bliss. In it's gloom it must remain, Doomed to smile in beauty's train

 Not again

 Not again, not again For, in bright and trpsIing youth, Wounded was my bosom's truth: Der my heart was thrown a spell Stronger than weak words can tell, And a face. as angels bright. Darkened Hopes devoted light: Joy to me since then is yain,-- l can trust Loves syren strain

 Not again! 1I,,boma