The book of gemsThe modern poets and artists of Great Britain . y have been praising !But should Detraction breathe thy name. The worlds reproof defying :Id love thee,—laud thee,—trust thee still, Upon thy truth relying. Een those who smile to see us part. Shall see us meet with wonder ;Such trials only make the heart That truly loves grow sorrows past shall be our pride, When with each other vying :Thou wilt confide in him, who lives Upon thy truth relying. OH SAY NOT TWERE A KEENER BLOW. Oh say not twere a keener lose a child of riper years. You cannot know a fathers woe—Y
The book of gemsThe modern poets and artists of Great Britain . y have been praising !But should Detraction breathe thy name. The worlds reproof defying :Id love thee,—laud thee,—trust thee still, Upon thy truth relying. Een those who smile to see us part. Shall see us meet with wonder ;Such trials only make the heart That truly loves grow sorrows past shall be our pride, When with each other vying :Thou wilt confide in him, who lives Upon thy truth relying. OH SAY NOT TWERE A KEENER BLOW. Oh say not twere a keener lose a child of riper years. You cannot know a fathers woe—You cannot dry a fathers tears ; 304 The girl who rears a sickly plant, Or cherishes a wounded love them most while most they want The watchfulness of love ! Time must have changed that fair young brow, Time might have changed that spotless heart;Years might have brought deceit,—but now In loves confiding dawn we part!Ere pain and grief had sown decay. My babe is cradled in the tomb,—Like some fair blossom torn away In all its purest W C. y ,J>^^>^^:5^^^
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