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ON AN OPAL RING.
I chanced to look upon an opal ring;I gaze with wonder as the sun's bright beams
Bring out its purple, azure, roseate gleams,
And each rich tint of mystic colouring.
But hearing who had owned the beauteous thing,
Down in the shade I place it, when it seems
Only a dull pale white—as fairest dreams
That Fancy paints at the dim dawn take wing.
I thought of her who once had worn it gaily,
Its glow reflecting in her gladsome eyes,
As with fond look she gazed upon it daily;
Alas! young Love had soon withdrawn his shining,
Now sad and pale she sits i' the shade and sighs,
Her radiant hopes meekly to God resigning.
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