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POEMS.
Think, like these boughs, how oft a noble heart
Hath been a toy in beauty's sunny day;
And, like these, now neglected, hath been spurned,
When all that Time can change hath passed away.
Hath been a toy in beauty's sunny day;
And, like these, now neglected, hath been spurned,
When all that Time can change hath passed away.
Could you not weep at such sad tale, of what
Is but the fate of many a-trusting heart?
Then can you doom what hath been lovely too,
And view, with altered eye, each charm depart?
Is but the fate of many a-trusting heart?
Then can you doom what hath been lovely too,
And view, with altered eye, each charm depart?
No! for you know not that your path will be
E'er crossed by those whom time will leave the same;
Within whose hearts its hand may not efface,
As years roll on, ev'n memory of your name!
E'er crossed by those whom time will leave the same;
Within whose hearts its hand may not efface,
As years roll on, ev'n memory of your name!
Oh! spare then, as you would, in turn, be spared!
Prize, as you would be prized, when all is past
That can attract the fickle smiles of those
Whom you may live to learn and scorn at last!
R. A.
Prize, as you would be prized, when all is past
That can attract the fickle smiles of those
Whom you may live to learn and scorn at last!
R. A.
