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As falls the ev'ning dew upon
The flow'rets of the vale,

So may thy heart, to Heav'n upturn'd,
A holy bloom inhale :

And thus it shall be pure, young maid, As the early flower of morn~ Thy feelings as the fragrant breath That from its cell is born!

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In deeming such inhabit many a spot,

Tho' with them to converse, can rarely be our lot?

BYRON.

GIVE me a HEART whose love would twine

Like ivy round the ruined shrine,

In sorrow's hour or peril's storm,

With faith as deep and love as warm-
REGARD, that wears the hue of truth
Unchanged alike by age or youth,
To stand the test when life's dim hour
Hath lost its fervid glow and pow'r-
AFFECTION that, in life's decline,
Would just as warm and fondly shine
As when the gay, the merry spring,
Its sunny hopes and joys could bring-
A LOVE, that in the morning shone,
Yet brightened when the night came on,
E'en as the midnight glow-worm's spark
Most purely shines when all is dark!

LINES.

"Tho' many a gifted mind we meet,
Tho' fairest forms we see-

To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee."-MOORE.

RAISE ye no tomb, but let spring flow'rs only
Deck with their beauty the place of her rest;
Let them be reared in their loveliness lonely,
Breathing perfume o'er her grave's grassy breast.

Let the violet meek, and the spring's early roses,
(Early they blossom and early they fade)
Bloom o'er the spot where in silence reposes

The form that in beauty and youth was arrayed.

There, tho' our thoughts with fond feeling will linger,
There, tho' the tear-drop of sorrow will fall,
Back to this world not affection would bring her
Its anguish, its tears, and its gloon to recal.

The flowers that o'er her in beauty are springing,

Shall appeal to our hearts, and awaken our tears— Till the form that we loved shall be radiantly winging Its flight to the mansions of holier spheres.

LINES.

Do any thing but love: or if thou lovest,
And art a woman, hide thy love from him
Whom thou dost worship; never let him know
How dear he is; flit like a bird before him-
Lead him from tree to tree-from flower to flower.

L. E. L.

FORGET that thou art human,

Give not thy feelings play,
Conceal the love of woman,
As well as woman may:

Affect the calm simplicity
And meekness of the dove;
But, oh! remember still my
Do any thing but love.

The smile of fond affection,
Oh, veil it if you can---
Put on a deep dejection,
If that will aid your plan.

word.

Affection, and such feelings,
We should be far above:
You may, perhaps, darn stockings
Do any thing but love.

Speak nonsense, or breathe scandal,
Nay, even sometimes walk;
Sing songs from MOORE or HANDEL
Be cunning as the hawk:

Sport with the heart's best feelings,
As one would toss a glove:
Flit like a bird, with wanton wings-
Do any thing but love!

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