ORIGINAL.
EMOTIONAL LANGUAGE. There is a language in young Jeanie's eye, A tongue within the rose blooms of her cheeks, A voice of love, when "blushes rising dye Her lily brow ; which eloquently speaks Of her heart's fondness—fondness unto me, That fills her gentle breast till running o'er, , And tells us more—how love through young hearts run — Than all that bards have written heretofore, In summer's eve, while lighfc winds scarcely stirr'd The aspen leaf, I've heard the sound of lute Wave joy around, sweet as the song of bird Perch'd at the dawn of morn amid rip'ning fruit, Or buds, or blossoms beautiful, I've heard A maiden in voluptuous happiness. Tell in sweet music's tones, her heart's regard ; Yet these did not the soul's whole love express. One kindly look of Jeanie's witching eyes, To see her blush while she is gaz'd upon; So much of beauty in her sweet face lies, The charm'd soul bounds and wishes her its own. But with mil soul such purity of soul And youthful loveliness can never blend. For I am old and hasting to that goal Where all that charms existence has an end. Nelson, May 18. W. H.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume I, Issue 62, 16 May 1866, Page 3
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198ORIGINAL. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume I, Issue 62, 16 May 1866, Page 3
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