AN EXTRACT.
Thy soul was never formed for love,

 If doubts like these can reach thy mind; Thou dost not know fond woman's neart,

 If false that heart thou fear to find. The bud may drop beneath the storm;

 The stem may break before the gale; 4 TiftTy blast may crush the flower;

 So woman's dearest hopes may fail. But her fond heart will still love on,

 Through every change of time and tide; 'Tis only in the heart of man

 The flower of love has ever died. Then never doubt the maiden's truth,

 Who yields her gentle soul to thee; For blighted once, love's opening flower

 Blooming again thou ne'er shalt see.