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THE ANEMONE. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Why should I wet my couch with tears, 
And o’er my sad condition pine. 
When blissful days, and blissful years. 
Inspiring thought! shall yet he mine ? 
Oh, yes! my griefs will melt away, 
Like snow from off the verdant earth, 
And there shall come a happier day, 
And brighter, fairer hours have birth. 
Oft have I sigh’d, and not a breast 
But mine has known my maddening pain ; 
But now I soothe my soul to rest 
With this, that we shall meet again. 
Enrapturing thought! and can it be ? 
And will the present darkness fly ? 
Oh ! shall I spend my life with thee, 
And on thy gentle bosom die ? 
Then hence, ye every mournful thought, 
Nor e’er again will I complain; 
With thrilling bliss the future’s fraught, 
For we shall meet, shall meet again, 
Adieu! my dearest, fondest friend. 
No longer let dark visions reign; 
Believe, with me, our griefs shall end. 
And we shall meet in bliss again. 
W. Cardall. 
