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Show KOSE CITY What ecstasies her bosom fire! j How her eyes languish with dc- sire ! i How blessed, how happy shoud J I be, Were that fond glance bestowed! on me ! New doubts and fears within me ; start: ! What rival's near? j Old Smithfield's heart Smithiield's the passion of her soul; A purchase, a clod, a calf, a fowl Can kindle wishes in her breast, Inflame with joy, or break her rest. Some gems collect; some medals prize, And view the rust with lover's eyes; Some court the stars at midnito hours; Some dote on nature's charms in flowers; But every beauty I can trace In Smithfield's mind, in Smith-field's Smith-field's face; My stars are in this brighter sphere, My lily and my ROSE is here. F. ' J. PETERSON. |