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Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden lye scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow when friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away;
When true hearts are wither'd and fond ones are flown,
O who would inhabit this bleak world alone.
LOVE HAS EYES.
Love's blind, they say,
O never, nay:
Can words Love's grace impart?
The fancy, weak,
The tounge may speak,
But eyes alone th heart.
In one soft look what language lies!
O yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
