From The Saturday Courier.
HAST THOU NOT LOvEDf

ny c FARRELL BUCKINGHAM.
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flas, thou not'loved ere in that hour,


Thy gentle smile attracted mei
When first 10 beauiy's blooming bower


how'd in constancy TO thee'
Say, lacy, say, has not q chain,


Olfond affection or ofart,
Bound by another foreman,


Been sery'd from thy youthful hear'i
Oh! have not found affections flowers


Been doom'd to droop ard to decay;
Or thrown by thee, in ihoughdess hours,
Like idle, worthless weeds away9
Then, lady, if indeed ihou'st loved,


Ere at thy shrine how'd my knee;
And filthy heart hast tickle proved,


Will it not prove the same TO me'
There is a beauty and bliss,


In woman's faithful sigh and tear;
And if there's joy in life It's this.


TO know and prove her Eeart sincere,
For che whose smile is fx'd on none,
But may alike on many fall;
Can ne'er deserve the faith of one,
And never should be lov'd at ALL
The heart that will its faith forsake,
And its first holy vow deny,
Will never hesitate to break


The second, and without sigh.
Then, lady, say, hast thou not lov'd,
Ere at thy feet fondly how'd?
Oh! think not that ask TO throw
One shadow on thy constancy;
! only sigh and seek to know,


That like my own, thy heart is flee.
Ifhappiness to man is given,


If there's bliss beneath the sun,
-s'Tis found within that earthly heaven,
The heart that dearly love but one.