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LARA.

It was nor smile of mirth, nor struggling prideThat curbs to scorn the wrath it cannot hide 5o»But that of one in his own heart secureOf all that he would do, or could endure.Could this mean peace? the calmness ofthegood?Or guilt grown old in desperate hardihood?Alas! too like in confidence are each,

For man to trust to mortal look or speech;From deeds, and deeds alone, may he discernTruths which it wrings the unpractised heartto Learn.

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And Lara called his page, and went his way — 5ioWell could that stripling word or sign obey :His ouly follower from those climes afar,Where the soul glows beneath a brighter star;For Lara left the shore from whence he sprung,In duty patient, aud sedate though young;Silent as him he served, his faith appearsAbove his station, and beyond his years.Though not unknown the tongue of Lara's land,In such from him he rarely heard command ; 5i9But fleet hi* step, and cleor his tones w ould come.When Lara’s lip breath’d forth the words ofhome: