The Heart

Oh ! could we rend the human henrt, lts strange mysterious depths exploro, What longue could teil or pon impart The riches of its hidden lore ? Safe from the world's distrustful eyé, Whnt deep and burning feelings play, Which e'en stern reason's power defy, And wear the sounds of life away .' Think not beneath a smiling brow, To always find h joyful hrurt ; For wit'i bright glow, and reason's flow, Too often hides a cankering dart. The bird with bruised and broken wing, Oft tries to mount the air ngain, Among its mates to gaily sing lts last melodious, dying struin. The fire that lights a flashing oye, May by a burning heart. be fed, Which in its anguish yearns to die, While yet it seems to pleasuro wed. Oh! do not rashly judge the heart, Though cold and vain it seems to be, Nor rudely seek the veil to part, That hides its deep, deep mystery.