THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 
201 
ILLUSTRATION OR THE SENTIMENT. 
I trust the frown thy features wear, 
Ere long into a smile will turn j 
I would not that a face as fair 
As thine, beloved, should look so stern. 
The chain of ice that winter binds, 
Holds not for aye the sparkling rill; 
It melts away, when summer shines, 
And leaves the water sparkling still; 
Thus let thy cheek resume the smile 
That shed such sunny light before, 
And, though I left thee for awhile. 
I’ll vow to leave thee, love, no more. 
Leggett. 
