SYMPATHY.
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Her eyes met his, and o'er his brow, Then flits a manly blush.
At his proud rival standing there, Who offered wealth and fame,And he no heritage could bring, Save love and spotless name.She turned her proud face to his own, He clasped her to his breast,"Now Kate will ride with me to day, Because she loves me best."
SYMPATHY.
The rarest gems that ever shone, In circlet or in crown,Were by the patient toiler's hand, From deepest caverns wrung.The sweetest songs that ever stirred, The fountains of the heart,Were of the singer's anguished soul, Themselves a bitter part.
