AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 105 
Have I caught you at last, gentle rover? 
Do I see you at length at my feet? 
Will you own yourself, sighing, my lover? 
This triumph is sudden as sweet! 
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Long vainly I strove to allure him; 
That tender endeavour is past; 
My task must be now , to endure him ! 
Heigh ho! but I’ve caught him at last! 
f. s. o. 
HEALING. 
BALM OF GILEAD. 
This exquisite balm was justly esteemed by the ancients, and 
seems to have been prepared by nature to soften our pains. 
We often employ the word balm in a moral sense, to express 
that which tempers and sooths our sorrows. Beneficent virtue 
and tender friendship are true balms which heal the wounds 
of the heart—wounds a thousand times more insupportable than 
all physical ills. 
And when my heart would gush with feeling 
To catch one kind, one sunny look, 
When love would be a leaf of healing, 
But scorn a thing I will not brook—• 
Oh! it is hard to put the heart 
Alone and desolate away, 
To curl the lip in pride, and part 
With the kind thoughts of yesterday. 
Willis. 
