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HER Leghorn hat was of the bright gold tint
As spots of sky upon a moonless night,
Her robe seemed of the snow just fallen to earth,
As white, as stainless; and around her waist
(You might have spanned it with your thumb and
A girdle of the hue of Indian pearls
Was twined, resembling the faint line of water
Forms for the heart to love and cherish ever,
Listening the wind-harp's song, and watching by
But 'twas that foot which broke the spell-alas!
The Bard of Eden sings,
Young Love his constant lamp will light,
And wave his purple wings."
But rain-drops from the clouds of care
May bid that lamp be dim,
And the boy Love will pout and swear
"Tis then no place for him.
So mused the lovely Mrs. Dash;
"I want a little money, dear,
For Vandervoort and Flandin,
Their bill, which now has run a year,
"More?" cried the husband, half asleep, "You'll drive me to despair;'
The lady was too proud to weep,
She bit her lip for very spite,
He felt a storm was brewing,
And dreamed of nothing else all night, But brokers, banks, and ruin.