Poems.
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May pure religion all their thoughts control,
And virtue dictate as they pen each scroll.
May rich and holy sentiments arise,
To meet the plaudits of admiring eyes.
And if, in future years you scan this page,
That now my heart-felt tribute doth engage,
To cast one flower from off thy mem'ry's shrine,
Is all the offering that I ask as mine.
And virtue dictate as they pen each scroll.
May rich and holy sentiments arise,
To meet the plaudits of admiring eyes.
And if, in future years you scan this page,
That now my heart-felt tribute doth engage,
To cast one flower from off thy mem'ry's shrine,
Is all the offering that I ask as mine.
THE TEAR, SIGH, AND SMILE.
I saw a tear within thine eye,
It trembled 'neath the lid,
Till fuller, larger, it became,
Then dropped at feeling's bid.
It trembled 'neath the lid,
Till fuller, larger, it became,
Then dropped at feeling's bid.
No word was spoken, all was still,
I watched the pearl drops rise,
And vainly wished I could define
The language of thine eyes.
I watched the pearl drops rise,
And vainly wished I could define
The language of thine eyes.
A sigh arose from sorrow's fount,
(Sighs are a great relief;)
Those glist'ning gems then passed away,
Thy agony was brief.
(Sighs are a great relief;)
Those glist'ning gems then passed away,
Thy agony was brief.
