How blessed are the beautiful! I learned to know thy worth: Forsaken and forlorn; And wished-for others wished it tooI never had been born! I'm sure I was affectionate; But in my sister's face There was a look of love, that claimed But when I raised my lip to meet The pressure children prize, But, oh! that heart too keenly felt I saw my sister's lovely form With gems and roses decked: I did not covet them; but oft, I envied her the privilege But soon a time of triumph came,- For sickness o'er my sister's form The features, once so beautiful, Now wore the hue of death; And former friends shrank fearfully From her infectious breath. "Twas then, unwearied, day and night, I watched beside her bed; And fearlessly upon my breast I pillowed her poor head. --- She lived!-and loved me for my care,My grief was at an end; I was a lonely being once, But now I have a friend. UPON THY TRUTH RELYING. THEY say we are too young to love,- In scorn they bid us both renounce The fond vows we have plighted. I know that Pleasure's hand will throw I know how lonesome I shall find I'll kiss each word that's traced by thee,- When friends applaud thee, I'll sit by, In silent rapture gazing; And, oh! how proud of being loved By her they have been praising! But should Detraction breathe thy name, The world's reproof defying : I'd love thee,-laud thee,-trust thee still,— Upon thy truth relying. E'en those who smile to see us part, Shall see us meet with wonder; Such trials only make the heart OH SAY NOT 'TWERE A KEENER BLOW. Он say not 'twere a keener blow, The girl who rears a sickly plant, Or cherishes a wounded dove, Will love them most while most they want Time must have changed that fair young brow, Time might have changed that spotless heart; Years might have brought deceit, but now In love's confiding dawn we part! My babe is cradled in the tomb,- |