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But o'er this mirror of his soul 

 He cannot hold such high control ; 

 This spurns all power that would subdue 

 And speaks in accents ever true ! 



And now, if we can read aright 



The language in those eyes so bright, 



How sad are its revealings ! 



How much it tells of grief and gloom, 



Of buried hopes and blighted feelings 



And joys that never more can bloom. 



See, how intense and wild her gaze, 



As if some sight of dread amaze 



"Woke horror in her soul ; 



How pales and glows her brow by turns ; 



How wilder still her eye-beam burns ; 



How heaves her breast with deep drawn sighs 



Like ^^ avcs when angry winds arise ; 



Hon moves her pallid lip, as though 



It fain would breathe a wail of woe. 



What moves her thus ? tliose Roses fair 



So wildly scatter'd round lier there 1 



Aye, they can well reveal the cause 



Of her sad brow and earnest gaze. 



For they have power to bid her pause 



In sin and guilt's unholy ways. 



She reads Avithin those stainless things 



A moral lesson, pure and tme, 



Which, to her darken'd spirit, brings 



Thoughts of a better, brighter hue. 



Visions of peace and hope and youth 



Pass o'er the mirror of her mind. 



Recalling friendships lit by truth 



