Lend  not  thine  ear  to  vulgar  wit ;

Discountenance  all  that  is  rude  ;
To  sage  experience  submit,

And  imitate  the  wise  and  good.
With  affection  I  thought  I  had  done,
And  I  thought  my  feelings  were  sober,
That  my  feelings  were  seared  and  sober,

Till  I  met  in  the  middle  of  June
(And  this  is  the  month  of  October)

With  the  wonderful  light  of  the  eyes,

The  luminous  eyes  of  Eliza.
Our  walk  was  happy  and  lonely.
On  the  sands  by  the  side  of  the  sea,
The  side  of  the  sounding  sea  ;

And  when  he  spoke  it  was  only

Regarding  the  future,  for  we

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Were  high  in  the  spirit  of  hope,

And  the  wisdom  that  never  shall  die.
But,  alas !  when  our  faith  was  bright,

And  our  thoughts  were  tranquil  and  sweet —
When  we  revelled  in  all  that  was  sweet, —

Our  day  was  changed  to  night ;
For  her  guardian  angel  above

Prepared  her  a  home  in  the  skies,

And  parted  ray  lover  and  me.
And  now  I  do  hope  for  the  best.
For  it  taught  me  the  beauty  of  truth —
The  beauty  and  love  of  the  truth.
And  I  think  and  I  dream  of  the  blest.
And  my  spirit  shall  conquer  in  death —

Shall  revive  in  the  shadows  of  death,

Through  the  truth  of  her  lustrous  eyes.
ANOTHER  OF  THE  SAME.
When  I  knew  that  Eliza  was  dying,
My  feelings  grew  helpless  and  feeble-
My  heart  grew  dreadfully  feeble ;

For  remorse,  in  my  bosom  replying,


96  POEMS.
