American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-05-24
From the Museum Of Foreign Literature and Science
SKETCH TRoTT REAL LIFE.

IT'S said she once was beautiful and still
(For s not years that can have wrought her iD
Deep rays Of lovelness around her form
Beam, as the rainbow that succeeds the storm,
Brghtens glorious ruin. In her face,
Though something iouch'd by sorrow, you may trace
The all she was, when first in lifes young spring,
Like the gay bee-bird on delighted wing,
She sioop'd TO Gull the honey from each fowr
That bares its breast in joys luxuFant bow'r!
Der her pure forehead, pale as moonlit snow,
Her ebon locks are parted,-and her brow
Stands forth like morning from the shades OF night
Serene, though clouds hang over it. The bright
And searching glance OF her lthuriel eye
Might even the sternest hypocrlte defy
To meet it unappall'd ;-'twou.d almost seem,
As though, epomized in one deep beam,
Her full collected soul upon the heart,
Whateer its mask She srove at once to dart
And few may brave the talsman that's hid
Meath the dark fringes OF her dropping lid.
Patient in suffering, she has learn'd the art
To bleed in silence and conceal the smart,
And thence, though quick OF feeling, bath been deem
Almost as cold and loveless as she secm'di
Because to fools she never would reveal
Wounds they would probe--withou the power to heal
No,-Whatsoe' the visions that disturb
The fountain Of her thoughts, she knows TO curb
Each outward sign of sorrow, and suppress
Even to a sgh--all tokens of DISTRESS
Yet some, perhaps, with keener vision than
The crowd, that pass her by unnoed, can,
Through well dissembled smiles, at times, discern
a settled anguish that would seem to burn
The very brain it feeds upon; and when
This mood of pain is on her, then, oh! then,
more than wonted paleness of the check
And, it may be, a fitting hectic streak,--
A tremulous motion of the lip or eyes
Are all that anxious friendship may descry.
Reserve and womanly pride are in her look,
Though tempered into meeknesS: she can brook
Unkndness and neglect from those she loves,
Because she feels it unleserv'd; which proves,
That firm and conscious rectitude hath pow'r
To blunt Fate's darts in sorrows darkest hour.
Az, unprovok'd, injustice she can bear
Without sigh--almost without tear,
Save such as hearts internally will weep,
And they FER rise the burning lids TO steep:
But to those petty wrongs which half defy
Human forbearance, she can make reply
With proud lip, and a contemptuous eye.
There is a speaking sadness in her air,
A hue of languor DER her features fair,
Born of no common grief; as though Despair
Had wrestled with her spirt--been o'erthrown,--
| And these the trophies of the strife alone.
| A resignation Of the will, calm
| Deriv'd from pure religion Chat sweet balm
| For wounded breasts) is seated on her brow
| And ever to the tempest bends she now,
/ Even as dropping lily, which the wind
/ Swavs as it lists The sweet affections bind
Her svmpathies to earth her peaceful soul
i Has long aspired to that immortal goal,
\ Where pain and anguish cease to be our lot,
/ And the worlds cares and frailes are forgot!
i Marriage.
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