From the E'aporium.
THE PORTRAIT.
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Yes, there she stands as CAV, as young,
AS rich in Beauty's glorious dover
As when her sweet spring flowers among,
She rovcd, rare, peerless fower--
Fresh as the blush Of morning skies,
On her fair cheeks health's blossoms glow,
And oh those bright bewilaering eycsf
That bosom's hidden snow.
Yes, there she stands!-it is the same
Bright creature OF the glowing sky,
That DER nv youthful vision came,
and claimed my first idolatry-
That burns upon my memory yet,
One of these pure and sacred things,
We never never may forget,
In all our weary wanderings.
Yes, there she standsl--ah many years,
Dreary and long have worn away,


Since in an agony OF tears,


lbent above her lfeless clay


And never thought that angel form,
Tn freshness and in life to see,


Till broke through times unsparing storm
The bright star of eternity.


Yes, there she stands,--rny burning heart!
All, the tlelusion wastes away


Sweet form, all beautiful thou art,


But cold and lifeless still as cay!--


Entombcd again-entomhed again


My hopes, my rapturous dreams, my all


Then speed ye on, my years ofpain--


Then haste ye on, my sable pail.