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158 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Is others' happiness o*ercast ? It mingles soft with Pity's sigh; O'er the fond records of the past, It slowly streams from Memory's eye. And, when the silent bottom swells With feelings, that we cannot speak, By murmuring brooks;in moonlight dells, Oh, then it trembles on the.cheek! It is the sacred tear, that flows, Devotion's humble tribute given, When. every passion finds repose, And every thought is lost in heaven. AN EVENING THOUGHT. RzrLzc??.n in the lake, I love To mark the star of Evening glow, So tranquil in the heaven above, So restless on. the wave below. ......... ?Google