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I'LL TRY MY LUCK AGAIN.

BY H. F. HARRINGTON.

Why should we grieve when trouble lowers,

And steep our days in wo?
Oh rather gaily pass life's hours,

In pleasure as they flow!
Oh not one tear shall dim my eye,

Though life be fraught with pain!
I'll bid the past a kind " Good-by!"

And try my luck again!

I'll court dame Fortune's soft caress,

Each flattering lure display; And if my votive prayer she bless,

I'll dance life's hours away. But if she do not smile on me,

And all my prayers are vain— I'll laugh and quaff in merry glee,

And—try my luck again!

I'll seek a friend where honour glows—

Unswayed by falsehood's wile, To cheer my heart when damped by woes,

Smile with me when I smile;
But if he prove a heartless one—

A scoffer at my pain,
I'll bid the treacherous knave begone,

And—try my luck again!

I'll pay my vows at beauty's shrine,

Where sparkling black eyes gleam; And if propitious hope be mine,

I'll revel in love's dream.
But if she frown, my pretty belle,

And all my vows disdain,
111, smiling, take my last farewell,—

And—try my luck again!

And when death sets his seal on me,

And moors my shattered bark, And fate is struggling to set free

Life's faintly lingering spark— Oh not one tear shall dim my eye,

That life is on the wane, That I must bid the world " Good-by!"

Nor—try my luck again!

NEW ENGLAND.

BY S. O. BULPINCH.

Home of the good, the brave, the wise,
Bold youth and beauty bright,

The sun, as on his course he hies,
Beholds no lovelier sight.

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SHE NEVER SMILED AGAIN.

BY J. JONES.

O, Shi was gay in youth's bright morn,
And beautiful when young,

And midst life's roses knew no thorn
'Till her sweet breast was stung:

The plighted one forgot his vow—
She said it gave no pain—

But a sadness settled on her brow—
She never smiled again!

She spoke not of the cruel one,

And sought the merry throng;
But changed was her once silver tone,

And mournful her low song.
She glittered next with jewels bright,

And danced to merry strain;
But the stricken one knew no delight—

She never smiled again.

She strayed along the sedgy brook,

And marked the blue-bird's song— But neither flower, bird, nor brook,

Could cheat her mem'ry long. Her thoughts flew back to moments past,

And then she sighed in vain; Her drooping heart was broke at last—

She never smiled again!

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