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BY HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.
Ah Love! ere yet I knew thy fatal power,
bofom as this filent hour,
Pale Disappointment! at thy freezing name
thrown, Which shone on painted clouds, or seem'd to shine, Shall the fond gazer dream for him alone Those clouds were stable, and at fate repine ? I feel, alas! the fault is all my own, And, ah! the cruel punishment is mine!