5. You'll grow in the world's approving eyes, In friendship's smile and home's caress, Collecting all the heart's sweet ties,

Into one knot of happiness.

Moore.

6. Oh! joy alone shall be thought of now,
And your sorrows shall sleep awhile;
Or should thought's dark cloud come o'er
your brow,

Let Love light it up with its smile.

7. Let not one look of Fortune cast you down, She were not fortune if she did not frown, Such as do braveliest bear her scorns awhile, Are those on whom at last she most will smile. Lord Orrery.

8. Thou can'st not be very wretched; there is That in thy heart would make its way, thro' Hosts with levelled spears.

9. Oh! but your soul will melt in tears, And die beneath the pain it bears,

Byron.

The grief that springs, the thoughts that goad,
Will be a heavy maddening load.

10.

Joy will thy steps attend

And thou wilt find in every form a friend.

11. Peace shall go with thee wherever thou rovest, And life be for thee one Summer's day,

And all that thou wishest, and all that thou

lovest,

Come smiling around thy sunny way.

Moore.

12. Ah! who can gaze upon thee now,

And watch thy cheek all beaming with delight,
Nor grieve to think that thou so soon shall

know,

Despair and grief, and sorrow's withering

blight.

J. T. Watson.

13. You may not weep, you cannot sigh,
A weight will pass upon your breast,
A breath breathe on you witheringly,
Your tears all dry, your sighs suppressed.

N. P. Willis.

14. You'll steal away to weep, Where no light eye can see, Yet wish for one to keep

Your sadness company.

G. W. Bethune.

15. Fate's tyrant laws thy happier lot shall brave, Baffle destruction and elude the grave.

16. Each hour, each minute of thy life,
Shall be a golden holiday; and if a cloud
O'ercast thee, t'will be light as gossamer.

G. Coleman.

17. Sorrow, shame, and sickness, will overtake you, And all your beauties like your hopes be blasted.

18. Oh! life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns, And your heart which so soon is awake to the flowers,

Will always be first to be touched by the thorns.

Moore.

19.

A life full of repentance,

Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows.

Shakespeare.

20. Where'er thy pathway leads,
It is strewn upon with flowers,
Emblems of generous deeds,
Thy heart profusely showers.

21. Derision shall strike thee forlorn,
A mock'ry that never shall die;

And proud o'er thy ruin, forever be hurl'd,
The laughter of triumph, the jeers of the world.

22. Dim clouds may come upon you,
But sure they will not stay,

For there's a spell in your dear heart,
To chase the gloom away.

Byron.

23. Bright be thy dreams, and all thy weeping,
Turn into smiles, while thou art sleeping :
Those by death or seas, removed,
Friends who in thy Spring time knew thee,
All thou 'st ever prized, or loved,
In dreams come smiling to thee.

Moore.