O, the llght that Mes iu a malden' eyes, As she meéis the fond glanceofher lover. Is brlghter by far than the gleam of the star That su mes i a the darkness above her. And the fleellng flush of the maideQ's blush, The bloom f (be rose defylng, O'er lier counti-nance liles, as the malden Mghs, Llke ihe üream of a zephyr dylng. And the power to begulle Ín a mulden's smtle, And the sound of her volee so thrilllng. Malee a lover cravo lo beoome her slave, Her sllghest behest fulfllllng. liut the tuneful cllnk of a maiden's cliink, And the gleam ot her gold so yellow. More than Cupld's dart wlll touch the heart Of the most uususceptlble fellow.