Poetry: A Smile

Aplcasin t smile - how truc te brin g Sweet pleasure to the heart: Disarm misfortune of her sting, And real bliss impart. The dark, wild, mnlicious breast, Vherc anger lovcd to blaze, Has, by a smile, been calmed to rest - ïts cursing turnedto praise. A smile, a little thing to givcYet it hath potent f ower; Twill hope prostratc in dust revive, And gild life'sdarkest hour.