Maria Smith Abdy Poems

The Broken Ties of happier days,
How often do they seem
To come before our mental gaze.
Like a remembered dream;
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Are you struck with her figure and face?
How lucky you happened to meet
With none of the gossipping race,
Who dwell in this horrible street!
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Yes, bright the velvet lawn appears,
And fair the blooming bowers;
Yet blame me not—I view with tears,
This scene of light and flowers;
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