REFUSAL. 



TWAS said so tenderly, 

 &quot; Xo, dear, it cannot be;&quot; 

 Her gentle sympathy 



Half the hurt mending. 

 Still tis a grievous blow ; 

 And it is hard to know, 

 After my caring so, 



This is the ending. 



Ah, well ! another flower 

 Child of both sun and shower, 

 Earth s fairest, sweetest dower 



Mown by the reaper. 

 Yet in my memory pent, 

 Stays that sweet flower s scent, 

 And all my prayers are blent 



With one, &quot; God keep her. 



