SARA COLERIDGE

Amid the balmiest flowers that earth can give Some bitter drops distil, and all that live

A mingled portion share;

But, while he learns these truths which we lament, Such fortitude as ours will sure be sent,

Such solace to his care.

��GERALD GRIFFIN 66$. Eileen Aroon

WfHEN like the early rose,

Eileen Aroon !

Beauty in childhood blows,

Eileen Aroon! When, like a diadem, Buds blush around the stem, Which is the fairest gem ?

Eileen Aroon !

Is it the laughing eye,

Eileen Aroon ! Is it the timid sigh,

Eileen Aroon ! Is it the tender tone, Soft as the string' d harp's moan ? O, it is truth alone,

Eileen Aroon !

When like the rising day,

Eileen Aroon ! Love sends his early ray,

Eileen Aroon !

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