MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

HERE is a smile of love,

And there is a smile of deceit,

And there is a smile of smiles

In which these two smiles meet.

And there is a frown of hate,

And there is a frown of disdain,

And there is a frown of frowns

Which you strive to forget in vain.

For it sticks in the heart's deep core
And it sticks in the deep back-bone;
And no smile that ever was smiled,

But only one smile alone,

That betwixt the cradle and grave

It only once smiled can be ; But when it once is smiled

There's an end to all misery.

T

THE GOLDEN NET.

HREE Virgins at the break of day,

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Whither, young man, whither away?

"Alas for woe! alas for woe!"

They cry, and tears for ever flow.

The one was clothed in flames of fire,

The other clothed in iron wire,

The other clothed in tears and sighs,
Dazzling bright before my eyes.
They bore a net of golden twine
To hang upon the branches fine.
Pitying I wept to see the woe
That Love and Beauty undergo,
To be consumed in burning fires
And in ungratified desires.

And in tears clothed night and day

Melted all my soul away.

When they saw my tears, a smile

That did heaven itself beguile,

Bore the golden net aloft,
As on downy pinions soft,