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A SMILING WELCOME, WHICH LAURA GAVE HIM UNEXPECTEDLY, ALMOST KILLS HIM / WITH JOY.
Live sparks were glistening from her twin bright eyes, / So sweet on me whose lightning flashes beam'd, / And softly from a feeling heart and wise, / Of lofty eloquence a rich flood stream'd: / Even the memory serves to wake my sighs / When I recall that day so glad esteem'd, / And in my heart its sinking spirit dies / As some late grace her colder wont redeem'd.
My soul in pain and grief that most has been / (How great the power of constant habit is! ) / Seems weakly 'neath its double joy to lean: / For at the sole taste of unusual bliss, / Trembling with fear, or thrill'd by idle hope, / Oft on the point I've been life's door to ope.
MACGREGOR.