 | [Poems by Smith in] The Echo |  |
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Away each soft and tender bliss—
The laugh of joy—the glance of love—
The gay discourse—the heart of peace—
The hours, which winged with rapture, move.
The laugh of joy—the glance of love—
The gay discourse—the heart of peace—
The hours, which winged with rapture, move.
A friend, once wont to give and share
Each transport of the fleeting year,
A semblant angel, good and fair,
To every thought and feeling dear;
Each transport of the fleeting year,
A semblant angel, good and fair,
To every thought and feeling dear;
Explored my unsuspecting heart
In smiling Friendship's faithless guise,
Exulting found a tender part
Where lives soft peace and where it dies.
In smiling Friendship's faithless guise,
Exulting found a tender part
Where lives soft peace and where it dies.
And there—ah there! her causeless hate
Impressed an undeserved blow,
That sealed with endless grief my fate,
And plunged me deep in hopeless woe.
Impressed an undeserved blow,
That sealed with endless grief my fate,
And plunged me deep in hopeless woe.
Then trust not, Youth, the melting air,
The thrilling touch, refined embrace;
Since Treachery has a form so fair,
And Malice wears so sweet a face.
The thrilling touch, refined embrace;
Since Treachery has a form so fair,
And Malice wears so sweet a face.
HENRY.
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