IATYDIVS POEMS.

With features all pale and distorted she cried,
      Still clinging up close to the glass.
           "Cry for help." Said the bird,
           "They will hear not a word,
      For none seem to listen who pass."

There's a moral concealed in the little bird's throat
      That never her song will disclose;
           But oft when the cloud
           For the sun makes a shroud
      She thinks of the beautiful rose,
Who died with a coronet touching her brow,
      Crushed from sight by the hurrying throng,
           And she smiles at a prince,
           Who yet leans on the fence
      And hears nothing else but her song.






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          J SIGH or a tear
          ' Is all you may fear,
  As you watch the sweet-faced summer go,
  And the throng of memories that you know.
  A sigh for the star that stood in the West,
  Now sinking down with the sun to rest,
  For the smiles that live in an absent face
  Like the blossoms of love in the heart's clear vase.
         A sigh or a tear
         Is all you may fear.

         A sigh or a tear
         Is all you may fear
  When you sit in the dusk with a new cigar,
  And touch some chord on the old guitar.
  A tear for the girl that was good and true,
  For the songs of love-the letters, too,



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