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THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT.
“SLEEP, sleep on ! forget thy pain;
My hand is on thy brow,
And from my fingers flow
Seal thee from thine hour of woe;
Sleep, sleep on ! I love thee not ;
But when I think that he
Might have been lost like thee;
Might then have charmed his agony
“Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of
The dead and the unborn
Forget the world's dull scorn;
Feelings which died in youth's brief morn; And forget me, for I can never
“Like a cloud big with a May shower,
My soul weeps healing rain,
Its odour calms thy brain ;
Spreads like a second youth again.
“The spell is done. How feel you now?" “Better - Quite well," replied
The sleeper. “What would do You good when suffering and awake?
What cure your head and side ? -" “What would cure, that would kill me, Jane :
And as I must on earth abide Awhile, yet tempt me not to break
WHEN the lamp is shattered
When the cloud is scattered
When the lute is broken,
When the lips have spoken,
As music and splendour
The heart's echoes render
No song but sad dirges,
Or the mournful surges
When hearts have once mingled
The weak one is singled
O, Love ! who bewailest
Why choose you the frailest For your cradle, your home and your bier?
Its passions will rock thee
Bright reason will mock thee,
From thy nest every rafter
Leave thee naked to laughter,
TO JANE - THE INVITATION.
Best and brightest, come away!