Thus my hopes have dissolved, which once glistened so bright
In the sun of youth’s morn, to my fanciful sight;
Their brilliancy passed off in tears,—oh! how soon!
As the sleet-jewels melt in the sunbeams of noon.
THE DEFAULTER.
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BY JOHN T. MAULL.
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Ou trouverez vous un homme sans défauts?