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    2 . * If thou hast loos'd a biH Whose voice of son ^ could cheer thee * Still , still he may be won From the skies to warble near thee : But if upon the troubled sea

    Thou hast thrown a gem unheeded , Hope not that wind or wave will bring The treasure back when needed . 3 . * If thou hast bruis'd a vine , The summer ' s breath is healing " , And its clusters yet may glow , Through the leaves their bloom revealing : But if thou hast a cup o v erthrown

    With a bright draught fill d—Oh ! never Shall earth give back that lavish'd wealth To cool thy parch'd lip ' s fever !

    4 . The heart is like that cup , If thou waste the love it bore thee ; And like that jewel gone , Which the deep will not restore thee ; And like that string of harp or lute Whence the sweet sound is seatter'd : —

    Gently , oh ! gently touch the chords , So soon for ever shattered !' We may possibly have made a selection , which will surprise such of our readers as are already acquainted with much that Mrs , Hemans has written . We have done so from a twofold cause : in the first place , we confess , or repeat , that the stream of her verse , however copious and limpid and tuneful , occasionally lingers

    ( for us } too long under the cypress , and reflects too much of its melancholy verdure . We acknowledge that we are satisfied with the sorrows of real life , having outlived the golden age when sorrow was a luxury . The other cause adverted to is , that we really are but partially acquainted with most of this lady ' s thousand songs . ' Why are they not published in a collective and

    authentic form ? At present , they are blown about like the leaves of the Sybil , when the wind found its way into the Cumsean cave . But we proceed . Should it ever be our * delightful task to teach the young idea how to shoot / we mean that the following shall be one of our earliest lessons . We wish that we ourselves had been in the habit of hearing it , instead of that immortal lyric , Goosey , goosey , gander . —

    1 . * What is that , mother ? The lark , my child ! The morn has but just look ' d out and smil'd ,

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1832, page 821, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1826/page/29/