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SELF-CONGRATULATION.
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And while the savage heart grows meek,
For other token do not seek,
But let the tear upon my cheek
Evince my gratitude!
Ellis.
SELF-CONGRATULATION.
Ellen, you were thoughtless once
Of beauty or of grace,
Simple and homely in attire,
Careless of form and face;
Then whence this change? and wherefore now
So often smooth your hair?
And wherefore deck your youthful form
With such unwearied care?
Tell us—and cease to tire our ears
With that familiar strain—
Why will you play those simple tunes
So often, o'er again?
"Indeed, dear friends, I can but say
That childhood's thoughts are gone;
Each year its own new feelings brings,
And years move swiftly on:
