POETRY. Es Y !.

From. the London .uetropoitan, .for July

TO TEAR.
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Sweet child of pity, or of wounded pride, Of sorrow, onions. drunkenness or love, Pure as the most unsuIlied French Kid

 glove.

 That e'er adorn'd young reluctant bride! At times thou falIest silent, large x clear, Der lost infants tomb, or the new

 grave

 Other we would have gladly died to save; And sometimes thou dost flow from gin

 and beer,

 Thy glist'ling drop sufuses many an eye, For silk or virtue stain'd ur ap-dog fled, And many dewy lid would soon be dry, Were some dear spouse to die, or keep

 bls bed:

 But whatso CT thy source we can'tdeny, Thou interchangeable blues to red.