 | [Poems by Smith in] The Echo |  |
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THE SMILE.
SONNET TO CAROLINE.
Hast thou not seen upon some night serene,
The silver moon with smiling radiance beam—
Illume the grove—enliven every stream—
And add new charms to every lovely scene?
The silver moon with smiling radiance beam—
Illume the grove—enliven every stream—
And add new charms to every lovely scene?
So charming Caroline thy angel-smile
On day or night unequall'd joy bestows,
Does the sad breast of grief and pain beguile,
And stays the tear which else forever flows.
On day or night unequall'd joy bestows,
Does the sad breast of grief and pain beguile,
And stays the tear which else forever flows.
In thy soft smile the soul of sweetness lives,
That grace, which shines exalted over art—
Which speaks the friendly and the feeling heart,
And ev'ry virtuous wish and transport gives.
Then lovely Caroline thy smile repeat;
I fear not there the poison of deceit.
That grace, which shines exalted over art—
Which speaks the friendly and the feeling heart,
And ev'ry virtuous wish and transport gives.
Then lovely Caroline thy smile repeat;
I fear not there the poison of deceit.
HENRY.
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