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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Expands its smoothness o'er a troubled soul, Like snow on the volcano's surface spread: Yet smiles, like his, come only from the depth Of bosoms, hush'd in purity and peace, As those soft dimples, which do only break, Spontaneous, on the clearest, calmest springs. A careless eye might paSs him in the crowd, A common eye might see no beauty there; For no strong contrast of dark wreathing locks, Or sunny cheek, or mark'd o'erarching brow, Attracts the gaze; yet he, who once has gazed, He knows not why, is drawn to look again, And feels a nameless :harm, that wins upon him, With something new, still every time he looks, Till he accuses his dull, noteless eye, That mark'd Rot all, it now beholds, before Aye, but the mind--oh, what a pale reflex Is ev'n that countenance of such a mind !

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