Oh! Cheek nOtthe Tear.
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BERTHA. On check not the tears, that fall on thy pure

 cheek,

 If they flow from the fountain, of feeling and

 truth, They pearls, that are hidden, tho ever deep, Wiil in time yield harvest, if not in thy youth Suppress not the smile, that can cheer the lone Who hath naught but cold gances, to greet her

 soft eye, Twill reflect back new beauties like rays of the And cause thee to gladden., the breast that must

 sigh. Withhold not the hand, that is tempted to give Twill turn back in sorrow, and cause thee to

 weep; Remember that thou hast not always to live That thou with the loved and los, must also sleep. What lovely reflections to look back, and dwell On pleasant emotions tht thrill through the breast Of those you've made haFpytis such that can tell, And cheer the night gloom, as you sink to your

 rest. Then cherish the tear, thnt so sweety doth flow, And the smile, that doth come from the bosom of

 truth Be thy hand ever open to sorrow and woe, And there-Oh begin, in the days of thy youth.