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poems.
The heart unchanged—love's quenchless smile;
Truth's holy spell—hope's fadeless glow,
A desert's gloom could well beguile,
And bid joy's sacred fountains flow.
Change cannot blight their radiant bloom,
There time his influence may not send,
But sorrow's tear,—affliction's gloom,
To joy a holier light shall lend.




LADIES' FAIR.
O! haste ye away; 'tis the morn of the Fair;
And the lovely and happy are gathering there.
Ye would not be late on this festival day;
Then haste to love's temple, love's incense to pay.

It is well worth the visit to see the gay sight,
The ladies so smiling, the beaux so polite.
What cynical stoic a smile will deny,
Or coldly so brilliant a bevy pass by?

You will find all that fancy or art can devise,—
For your ears silver voices, your heart witching eyes.
You surely will join the gay crowd hastening there,
Ah, yes, you must visit this wonder, the Fair.