BY THOMAS G. SPEAR.
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Ye laughing nymphs! ye bright-ey’d girls!
Triumphing in your beauty,
Who blush beneath the shining curls
That round your brows the zephyr furls,
What kind of hearts will suit ye?
“True Valor’s heart,” says one anigh,
“Upon his war-horse dashing—
That rous’d to fight will never fly,