AGXE8 or HIGH SINDERI.AND. 



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"Xomore.fohelpmepracionsHravpn 

 Will I so long as life is given. 

 See any. save of woman kind. 

 And if F should, my eyebill's blind. 

 Or let them out be riven. 



And if I ever long for sound 

 Of voice from mnn.my ears confound ; 

 Or if my tongue regretful breathe. 

 Sir Aubrey's name, may dnmlmess 

 wenve 



Its silent fetters round. 



Away from all once fondly prized. 

 Hating those joys which once enticed, 

 In solitude henceforth to dwell. 

 More sacred than the hermit's cell. 

 To weep o'er love despised." 



Deep into every bosom there. 

 Sank thnt sad wailing of despair. 

 As on her knees she loudly cried 

 'Ihat God would lend His aid to guide. 

 And grant her ardent prayer. 



Oh ! who can tell what forces lie, 

 Beneath the smile, the beaming eye? 

 Or know the energy that dwells 

 Within the breast which Icving sweTs 

 With the imprisoned >\i!h ? 



But as some verdant mountain side. 

 May hold within the burning tide 

 Of larva, which when roused can 



make 

 The solid esir.h in fear to iimike : 

 Thus sleeps a maiden s pi ide. 



And thus when roused with grievotii 



wrong 

 ft bursts forth in a current strong, 

 0"erwhelraingtheonce yielding mind 

 Leaves but few verdant spots behind 

 For love to dwell among. 



I oft have watched two clouds float 



high, 

 Beneath the azure canopy ; — 

 Watted along by gentle gale.s. 

 Whilst each to each still nearer sails. 

 And mingle in the sky. 



Then gliding on in one white heap, 

 The .silver tinted vapours sleep. 

 Till scattered by some ruthless blast 

 In feathery fragments have been cast. 

 To melt in anguish deep. 



Thus loving hearts together cling. 

 Ihrongh life's sweet ways meander- 

 ing, — 

 Till crossed by doubts.or forced apart. 

 Each cherished wish within the heart, 

 Dissolves in sorrowing. 



A youth dwelt in the vale hard by 

 Who oft had cast a wistful eye 

 On Agnes, when her fairy feet 

 Had passed his humble, lone retreat, 

 And oft he heaved a sigh ; — 



And felt inclined to curse the fate 

 That placed him in such lowly slate. 

 Whilst in his bivasthowe'er he turned 

 Love and ambition fiercely burned. 

 Yet left discri'soiate. 



