MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE SMILE, HERE is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet. And there is a frown of hate, For it sticks in the heart's deep core That betwixt the cradle and grave And when it once is smiled There's an end to all misery. THE GOLDEN NET. HREE Virgins at the break of day, TH Whither, young man, whither away? Alas for woe! alas for woe!" They cry, and tears for ever flow. And in tears clothed night and day When they saw my tears, a smile I THE MENTAL TRAVELLER. TRAVELL'D through a land of men, A land of men and women too, And heard and saw such dreadful things As cold earth-wanderers never knew. For there the babe is born in joy Which we in bitter tears did sow. And if the babe is born a boy, She binds iron thorns around his head, To make it feel both cold and heat. Her fingers number every nerve, She lives upon his shrieks and cries, And she grows young as he grows old: |