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LOVE'S BROKEN SPELL.
Around my fond and faithful heart,
A holy spell was resting,
Of life's best joys the purest part,
With sunshine all investing.

Within its influence all things smiled,
Each passing hour brought pleasure,I
And hope, care's darkest frown beguiled,
And joy spread forth her treasure.

But the trusted heart was false at last,—
Words chill and cold were spoken;
The happy dream of love was past—
The holy. spell was broken.



HOPE AND DISAPPOINTMENT.
What is hope? a beauteous flower
That blooming courts the youthful hand
It grows in every earthly bower,
By gentle, genial breezes fanned.

But still, as each fond anxious wretch
Attempts to pluck it from the stem,
Scarce can his trembling finger stretch,
E'er disappointment snaps the gem.