VI.
And thou, in freshness glancing by,
Dost pause not for the wanderer’s sigh!
Thy current which no murmur hears,
Flows swifter for my added tears.
STANZAS.
BY MISS ELIZABETH M. ALLISON.
Again, in this lone hour, I snatch my lyre,
O’er which the chain of silence long has lain,
To wake once more the too neglected strain;