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HER IMAGE IS EVER IN HIS HEART.
Where'er I rest or turn my weary eyes, / To ease the longings which allure them still, / Love pictures my bright lady at his will, / That ever my desire may verdant rise.
Deep pity she with graceful grief applies -- / Warm feelings ever gentle bosoms fill -- / While captived equally my fond ears thrill / With her sweet accents and seraphic sighs.
Love and fair Truth were both allied to tell / The charms I saw were in the world alone, / That 'neath the stars their like was never known.
Nor ever words so dear and tender fell / On listening ear: nor tears so pure and bright / From such fine eyes e'er sparkled in the light.
MACGREGOR.