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POETS CORNER.

JOY REPULSED.

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JOY REPULSED. I heard Joy's voice all glad without That called my name in vain, And knocking bade me open wide My door to her again. I sat within my cheerless room And nursed my grief alone; Nor heeded then the voice or knock. But made my foolish moan. Through nights and days I sat within With sorrows self acquaint, Less loudly echoed Joy's glad voice, The knocking grew more faint. At last I dropped my garb of woe And opened wide the door, But Joy had fled far, far away, Nor came near evermore.

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FUN AND FANCY.]

FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS.

----FOR MATRON AND MAID.

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