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You shall kneel, and your heart you shall offer free,
But she'll laugh at the gift, and the offer forbid,
say it was kindly meant, but would be
The coming year
G.–The color of our whole life is generally such as the three or four first years in which we are our own masters make it. Then it is that we may be said to shape our own destiny, and to treasure up for ourselves a series of future successes or disappointments.
L.-Thy happy soul shall all the way
Life is before ye! Oh, if you could look
Could ye foresee your spirit's broken wings,
Fanny Kemble Butler.
Let not the wild tempest your spirit affright,
It cannot-lasting bliss below
Is all romance and dream,
In an eternal stream ;
With large right hand bestows,
And shuffles in our woes ;
And cheat her silly child,
and took a toy away
G. -Oh, know you not soft music's power
Upon the soul at midnight hour?
well-conducted serenade Will introduce you to the maid. C. M. M.
L.-You scarcely need an introduction there,
To him so well your modest worth is known, You almost seem an ancient friend—and share
His kindest thoughts, to others often shown.
G.—'Tis not for gifts you may on her bestow,
'Tis not for smiles your ductile cheeks may show,
L.-Ah! cruel fate! and should you not complain,
When all your arts have been essayed in vain ;
G.-Whispering tongues can poison truth,
L.-He is a bashful man and feels the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain;
L.-Long seems the time that's vanished,
Since whispers darkly wrought
'tis with smiles to hide
While the heart within is burning!
Oh, 'tis a bitter, bitter thing,
Beneath God's holy sky
With strife and enmity!
That yieldeth naught but dole,
God's image in the soul !
Yet silently and softly,
The dews of mercy fall,
And the old love—the old love,
It triumphs over all !
A host well armed and strong;
Hath been their dwelling long;
It hath a master spell,
It worketh strong and well
And hate hath lips of gall ;
Mrs. E. F Ellet.
G.-Most fond of reflection-but 'tis of a kind
C. M. M.
1.- Whatever nature has in worth denied
She's given in large recruits of needful pride !
G.-Oh, when she will, she will you may depend on't ;
And when she won't, she won't—and that's the end on't!