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ONLY A CURL.

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You know how one angel smiles there,
Then
weep

not. 'Tis easy for you
To be drawn by a single gold hair
Of that curl, from earth's storm and despair,

To the safe place above us. Adieu.

MRS. E. B. BROWNING.

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ERY calm, and very silent,

Lay my father there ;
On the whiteness of the pillow
Shone his silver hair.

6. Raise the blind

up,
will
you,

Willie ?
I would see the night;"
Earth in her young spring lay sleeping,

Kissed by the moonlight.

“And now put the lamp out, Willie ;

I would see my star." Trees below it, while above it

Stretched a cloudy bar.

A SHOCK OF CORN FULLY RIPE.

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“It will soon be shrouded, father.”

Yes, my son, it will." Quietly the vapours hid it,

And the room was still,

W. T. EDWARDS.

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FF, vulture Loneliness! away! why

Wilt keep company with me.

O chain of life, that bind'st me down To this drear rock, I weary o' thee! For she will not come again, Will not come ever to me! Bliss ? the bliss, the bliss is o'er, Is lost for ever my heart's dear prize ; And she's mine no more, no more, To make the heart beat quicker in me; For the wind waileth where she lies

Under the alder-tree.

Face, where while we gaze on't feeling-
Seldom pruned, for purity,-

UNDER THE ALDER-TREE.

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Springs from soul, roots through the fea

tures,
Upward branching like a tree ;-
Oh, her looks they were like skies,
Raining blessings ever on me;
Ever on me?—woe's me, 'tis o'er,
And I may not live i' th’ love of her eyes,
And they smile no more, no more,
To make the heart beat quicker in me;
For the leaf withereth where she lies

Under the alder-tree.

Then a step so softly, stately,
So divinely womanly,
That, than angels own, it seemeth
Scarce by one sin's weight less free ;
Oh, her step ?-and it always came,
Springing lighter, springing to me!
Ever to me? woe's me, 'tis o'er, 'tis o'er,
And she never, never to meet me flies;
And she comes no more, no more,
To make the heart beat quicker in me;
For the grass waveth where she lies,

Under the alder-tree.

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