POETRY. 995 



There virtue lurks, like purest golJ deep hid. 



With i»o alloy of selfish motive mixed. 



The poor man's boon, that stints him of his bread, 



Is prized more highly in the sight of him, 



Who sees the heart, than golden gifts from hands 



That scarce can know their countless treasures less : 



Yea, the deep sigh that heaves the poor man's breast 



To s'ee distcgss, and feel his willing arm 



Palsied by penury, ascends to hearen ; 



While ponderous bequests of lands and goods 



iN'e'er rise above their earthly origin. 



REFLECTION. 



FUOM ENGLISH LYRICS, BY SMYTH. 



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THE ball of last night, say, my Emily, say, ^ 



Did it please us, ray love, tho' so brilliant and gay . 

 'Twas not the bright region, which once it had been. 

 When we fluttered around it, to see and be seen. 

 In thy looks, (I could read them) were painfully shewn, 

 The thoughts of thy busom—the thoughts of my own. 



And still on those looks, tho' the morning is here. 

 Soft tinges of lingering sadness appear ; 

 For the tale of thy heart is too heavy with trutli, 

 —Gone, gone, are the hours of enchantment and yont ; 

 They smiled as they pass'd— but so gaily they Hew, 

 That we heard them not bid us for ever adieu. 



Yet say, do not others advancing appear ? 

 Oh ! turn and behold them, more kind, more sincere, 

 More gentle are these, and tho' modest their mien, 

 Tho' near them no frolics, no raptures are seen, 

 Content, the calm pleasures, the virtues are nigh, 

 Apd a form that instructs them and points to tiic sky. 



A world have I known thy attractions admire, 

 And thy spirits no toil, and no gaiety tire ; 

 Thy triumphs I shar'd— yet must youth pass away, 

 And life, as it blossom'd, mature and decay. 

 Regret for the past may the present destroy, _ 

 JJut no art can their pleasures united enjoy. 



When the fruits of the autumn thy senses iuvite. 

 No longer can spring with her promise, delight. 

 When the hearth brightly blazes, the ivinttr to cheer. 

 When the song, and the dance, and the viol we hear, 



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