The Steam-Packet: A Tale of the River and the Ocean — page 319: what you’re looking at

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246 THE STEAM PACKET. For this being’s poor remains, From thy ruth my pangs to hide, Fast within my heart of hearts Wilt I shroud my wounded pride. ‘Yet the ice of my disdain Fills with tears my languid eye ; Take, O take my fleeting life, Changeless one, to thee on high ! Yes, my soul’s aversion flies By thy magic beams subdued ; List, for all thy gifts to me, List my dying gratitude. ‘* For the morning’s gentle gales To which summer-long I danced, For the flight of butterflies Whose bright wings around me glanced ; For the hearts my perfume cheered, Hyes that blessed my hues divme — As from mingled scent and sheen Thou didst form me—thanks be thine ! *« One fair being of thy world, ; Humble but of grateful love, Thou didst let me grace the field, As a star yon plains above. still one breath is mime to breathe, But that breath no sigh shall be ; One fond glance to these fair scenes, One to yon bright skies and thee ! ‘¢ Deathless Flame-heart of the world ! Let me lose my glow in thine ! Heaven, spread thou thy tent of blue, Sere and faded sinketh mine. | Hail, oh! Spring, to thy soft sheen! Morning air, to thy sweet sighs! Without pain I fall asleep, Without hope again to rise ! ’” ‘“‘ Sweetly pretty !’’ exclaimed Captain Pentonville; then in a whis- per he added, *‘ What should I be without hope, dearest ? It is a flower I have cherished in my bosom ever since I first saw you! ” -Aramintha looked a reply with her really fine large dark eyes, and her bosom swelled with emotion as her ears drank in these compli- ments from the lips of her intended husband. “And you, dear Augustus,’’ said she, after a short pause,—“ have Gomichbooks:com (@)