Lines Spoken Extempore

Communicated by Miss Beslee

To a Friend

It starts, it falls — a trembling tear
 Down thy lov’d cheek, Maria, steals,
A second follows — ah I fear
 Some pain thy gentle bosom feels:

It does, and I full well can know
 The secret spring which gave them birth,
And while like lucid pearls they glow
 Account them more than millions worth.

For know, the heart that prompts the eye,
 At tales of woe with tears to shine
Possesses Sensibility
 That makes its owner half divine.

But let me wipe those tears away
 Thy rose-resembling cheeks that stain;
And Oh, believe me when I say,
 I never more will give thee pain.