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poems.
Yet in that calm, unclouded gaze,
So pure, so eloquently bright
With faith's undimmed, celestial rays,
There glows devotion's sacred light.
And now the tasseled velvet pall
Enshrouds her young and lovely form.
Ah! what a solemn mockery all,
To chill affections pure-and warm.
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Those gems still flash, those flowers are bright;
But she, to whom their hues were given,
Hers was an angel's blissful flight,
Her Father—God; her dwelling—heaven.




THE MINSTREL LOVER.
List to that strain. Its echoes float
Sweetly upon the listening ear.
List to that strain. Its low-breathed note
Tells that the minstrel's step is near.

The minstrel! to what fair one's bower,
Comes he his thrilling notes to raise?
Who, at this lone and silent hour,
Will listen to his magic lays?