New England Religious Herald

POETRY.

THE TEAR.

I talked of the woes of the days that are past-
Of afflictions and trials severe:
How the May-morn of life was with storms overcast,
How the blossoms of hope were all nipped by the blast;
And Beauty sat list'ning to hear.

Of hardships and dangers, and many a wrong,
And of toils that beset me so near
Of treachery's snare, and ingratitude's tongue
I told -and 't was pleasant the tale to prolong
For Beauty repaid with a tear.

Ah! soft form of Beauty that gladdens the soul!
Is aught as thy sympathy dear-
When thy bright, beaming eyes with benignity roll.
When heaves thy full bosom at Pity's control
And thy roses are washed with a tear