HON. MRS. NORTON

I do not love thee ! yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue,

Between me. and the midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew.

I know I do not love thee ! yet, alas ! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart;

And oft I catch them smiling as they pass, Because they see me gazing where thou art.

��CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER

69$. Letty* s Globe

YV7HEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,

And her young artless words began to flow, One day we gave the child a coloured sphere

Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know, By tint and outline, all its sea and land.

She patted all the world; old empires peep'd Between her baby fingers; her soft hand

Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap'd,

And laugh'd and prattled in her world-wide bliss; But when we turn'd her sweet unlearned eye On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry 'Oh! yes, I see it, Letty's home is there!'

And while she hid all England with a kiss, Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.

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