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The Comstant Lover. 

 For the Bee. 

 Tbovgh thou nny love, no more appear, 

 No more thy voice salutes my ear ; 

 And tho' no more with thee I stray. 

 From early morn till setting day. 

 Yet in myself no change I find. 

 Still ?,rt thou present to my mind. 

 Sometimes exulting thus I say. 

 My thoughts no more on Lucy stray; 

 Her absence now has broke my chains. 

 Alas 1 'tis only (he doth change ; 

 For in myself I none can find. 

 Thou art so graven on my mind. 

 You from the first with so much art. 

 At once despised yet gain'd my heart; 

 1 had ot reason left to kc, 

 Tho' Lucy smil'd 'twas not on me ; 

 But, now, alas ! too late I find 

 My heart was captive to your mind. 

 Vain are my efforts to be free, 

 ■While every thought is fix'd on thee; 

 While I from absence omy prove. 

 Absence dath wound, not cure my lvtt\ 

 While I from absence only find, 

 Thou still art present to my mind B. B. 



Conversation, 

 Hail '. conversation, heav'nly fair. 

 Thou blefs oi life, and balm of care, 

 Call'st forth the long forgotten knotrledge- 

 Of school, of travel, and o» college I 

 For thee, best solace of his toil 

 The tage consumes his midnight oil: 

 And keeps late vigils, to produce 

 Materials for thy future us-. 

 If none behold, ah, wherefore fair ? 

 Ah I wherefore wise, if none must hear? 

 Our 'ntellectual ore must Jhine, 

 Not slumber, idly, in the mine, 

 ^et education's moral mint 

 The noblest images imprint ; 

 Let taste her curious touchstone hold, 

 To try if slandf r'd be the gold ; 

 But 'tis thy commerce, conversation, 

 Must give it use by circulation ; 

 That noblest commerce ol mankind. 

 Whose preciouj merchandise is mind. 



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