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ANDREW NORTON.
And Health, floating up through the luminous air,
Dipp'd her fingers of snow in those clouds growing bright
Then turn'd, and dash'd down o'er her votary fair
A handful of rose-beams that bathed her in light.

Even yet they're at play here and there in your form,
Through your fingers they steal to your white taper tips,
Now rush to to that cheek its soft dimples to warm,
Now deepen the crimson that lives in your lips.

Will you tell me again, with that scorn-lighted eye,
That you do not use paint, while such tinting is there?
While the glow still affirms what the glance would deny?
No, in future disclaim the sweet theft, if you dare!


SCENE AFTER A SUMMER SHOWER.

The rain is o'er. How dense and bright
Yon pearly clouds reposing lie!
Cloud above cloud, a glorious sight,
Contrasting with the dark blue sky!

In grateful silence, earth receives
The general blessing; fresh and fair,
Each flower expands its little leaves,
As glad the common joy to share.

The soften'd sunbeams pour around
A fairy light, uncertain, pale;
The wind flows cool; the scented ground
Is breathing odours on the gale.