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ORIGINAL POEMS.
All self-absorbed, and swallowed up,
With its loud roaring done!
“Methinks, beside such empty bed,
Filled full in other days,
With many a kindly-sounding word,
And many a noble phrase.
“I see some much relying friend
Look down with pitying eyes,
Where manly friendship once bragged loud,
And gallant sympathies;
“But where there’s now revealed a heart,
Hard as a stone and dry,
With greedy sands that still refuse
A drop for passer-by.
“A scornful thought will be that friend’s—
A cutting word, I ween;
Yet, were I he, I would not change
What’s now for what hath been.”
LITTLE EMMELINE.
How playfully the torrent goes—
How merrily it sings !
From out the distant hills it flows,
Afar the snowy foam it flings;