Friendship

Written for the Courier. Wlin enters my gay hall to-nlght. With brimming smiles? Thou fairy wiht, What is Ihy name?- bend down and kiss Rare (jolden locks; what thing is this? Wl.it isthyname? Kricndship? how kind I Only mine eycs have grown so blind, Vd own I saw thee trail behind A robe men cali hypocrisy. Thcy say thou ait a myth. a cheat, Ancinpty name, a sweet deceit; I-et me tiirow back theodious lie, And kis.s ai;ain that fflistenini; eye. And here it'ain thy cups 111 quafT - Mtthoujjht I heard thee mocking laugh ; Surely my hearing is not half Acute as what it use to be. Ah, sweet ! and dost thou come again t Recoil not from my hand in pain; l've had misfortunes. Swettl come near, My huarl is (uil Whatl cold? no tear? She's passing down the crooke stair, Trilling; a few bars of somh air - Go!- Fur mine eyes are there I There trails the robe, hypocrisy. London, Canada.