Trust it then, ’twill ne’er deceive.
1821. E. P. K.
WRITTEN AFTER A VISIT TO THE INSTITUTION FOR THE DEAF AND DUMB.
I thought those youthful hearts were bleak and bare,
That not a germ had ever flourished there,
Unless perchance the night-shade of despair,
Which blooms amid the sunless wilderness.
But I was told that flowers of fairest kind
Graced what I deemed a desert of the mind,