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Rh And then I told my sorrows o'er, Her eyes to earth she sweetly threw; I kissed her, and she kissed me too., And—then I talked of death no more.

 RESOLVE.

 TREASURE TROVE.

the forest idly, As my steps I bent, With a free and happy heart, Singing as I went.

Cowering in the shade I Did a floweret spy, Bright as any star in heaven, Sweet as any eye.

Down to pluck it stooping, Thus to me it said, "Wherefore pluck me only To wither and to fade?" 