OK, LANGUAGE OE PLOWEKS. 241 
Yet the beaming eye was lovely, 
And the coral lip was fair, 
And the gazer looked and asked not 
For the secret hidden there. 
They were gathered for a bridal, 
Where a thousand torches glistened, 
When the holy words were spoken, 
And the false and faithless listened, 
And answered to the vow 
Which another heart hath taken: 
Tet he was present then— 
The once loved, the forsaken! 
They were gathered for a bridal, 
And now, now they are dying, 
And young Love at the altar 
Of broken faith is sighing. 
Their summer life was stainless, 
And not like hers who wore them: 
They are faded, and the farewell 
Of beauty lingers o'er them ! 
THE WHITE ROSE. 
Some love with loitering step to rove, 
Where ruby roses light the grove, 
At evening’s close; 
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