For the Wiliningtonian.
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All, fatteiing Hope, know y spell,
Oft have | felt thy wtching power!
All yes! and remember well
That thou hast mock ID me many an hour.
And dost thou not my thoughts caress
With promises of richest dye,
And distant prospects gaily dress
In all the robes of tiattery,
And when fancy bliss is near,
A bliss that will elate my soul,
Thy phantoms quickly disappear,
And dark oblivion wraps the whole.
Say, where's the happiness Iseen
When childish innocence was mine'
Or the prospective hours serene
Which in my youth were wont to shinc'
All, chldhood's gayest wish was vain
And fed ere it could be secur'd
And youthful Joys are chang'd for pain,-
Pain long, too long 20 be endured.
Say, when, vain Hope, hast thou redeemed
The tarest pledges thou hast given'
Have not those bonds which frmcst seemed
BY thee remorselessly been rvcn'
All, Hope. on thee I'll never rest
For thou art buta gay decciver,
of Pron,isers thou'st been the best,
But neveryet a faithful girer.


MEDLEY