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31 Literary Gazette, 27th August, 1825, Page 557

STANZAS.

Grace and beauty had crown'd thee, When first thy magic bound me; In its zenith of power Was thy summer hour, And a light like sunshine was round thee.

The world seem'd made to adore thee, Proud hearts grew humble before thee; I thought of thee As a deity From the blue sky shining o'er thee.

Thy youth and thy days of gladness Were wasted by early sadness; Falsehood and care, And thoughts that wear The brain to death or madness.

But these were days departed; And if thou wert broken-hearted, Thou wert too proud To let the crowd Know when the rebel tear started.

But once I saw thee weeping, Thy black hair round thee sweeping Like the shadow of night, To hide from sight The secret grief thou wer't keeping.