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ONLY A CURL.

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.

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MRS. E. B. BROWNING.

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A SHOCK OF CORN FULLY RIPE.

ERY calm, and very silent,

Lay my father there;

On the whiteness of the pillow
Shone his silver hair.

"Raise the blind up, will you, Willie ?

I would see the night;

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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.

"It will soon be shrouded, father."

"Yes, my son, it will."

Quietly the vapours hid it,

And the room was still.

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W. T. EDWARDS.

UNDER THE ALDER-TREE.

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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