MgSCELLANEOUS POEMS. ]49' Thou'know'st me, above, yet below what I seem, Both better, and worse than the multitude deem; From my wild wayward heart thou hast lifted the pall, From its faults, and its failings; yetlov'st me with all ! ABSENCE. WHEN I could fain recal to these sad eyes The face, on which they most desire to dwell,. 'Tis strange, the lovely vision will not rise, Tho' Memory knows each separate trait so well. * Th' unvalued faces of the passing?cr0wd, When least the soul their image would descry, The vacant mien, the sullen, or the proud, Distinctly painful, meet the mental eye. �Sir Thomas Brown? in his Religio Medici, has a curious explanation of this phenomenon. He imagines that we grow so like those we love, that we can no more remember their iooks? than our own. ......... ?Google
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