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! 
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 e-steemed 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. 
