BY MRS. E. J. EAMES.
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Enchantress, come! and charm my cares to rest.
How shall I lure thee to my side again,
Thou, who wert once the Angel of my Youth?
Thou, who didst woo me with thy blandest strain —
Tinting wild Fancy with the hues of Truth;
Whose plumy shape, floating in rosy light,
Showered purest pearl-drops from its fairy wing,
Making earth’s pathway like the day-star bright,