SONG.
Oh, silent was her grief and woe,
No tear her eye betray'd,
When Damon from his Anna fled,
And took some other maid!
But, ah, her bleeding heart did tell
What outward show denied;
For at that simple word, "Farewell,"
She bow'd her head and died!
J.B.
TO A YOUNG LADY WHO REQUESTED THE AUTHOR TO RESTORE A LOCK OF HAIR HE HAD TAKEN FROM HER.—By E.S. Barrett.
By one only recompense can I be led
With this beautiful ringlet to part;
That should I restore you the lock of your head,
You will give me the key of your heart.—Atlas.