miscellaneous poems.
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'Tis better not to love; the heart can dwell
On other themes of happiness as well—
Let kindly faces gather round my hearth,
And cheer life's pilgrimage with song and mirth.
On other themes of happiness as well—
Let kindly faces gather round my hearth,
And cheer life's pilgrimage with song and mirth.
"My spirit turns to thee, and, bird-like, flings
Its best, its breath, its spring, and song o'er thee."
Its best, its breath, its spring, and song o'er thee."
Nay, say not so, beloved—oh! do me not such wrong,—
I've loved you very fondly—Pm sure I've loved you long;
My bosom has a hidden fount—a fount of hope and love;
Affection deeply lies, but hope is sparkling far above.
Oh! do not cloud its cheerfulness, by deeming me untrue;
Hope, dimm'd, throws on poor love below, a sad and sombre hue.
Oh! give me back thine own sweet smile, thy look of careless glee,
When eyes are bright and smiles are light, life glides so cheerily.
I've loved you very fondly—Pm sure I've loved you long;
My bosom has a hidden fount—a fount of hope and love;
Affection deeply lies, but hope is sparkling far above.
Oh! do not cloud its cheerfulness, by deeming me untrue;
Hope, dimm'd, throws on poor love below, a sad and sombre hue.
Oh! give me back thine own sweet smile, thy look of careless glee,
When eyes are bright and smiles are light, life glides so cheerily.
