O couldI love thee, love as thou art worthy to be loved,Thy deep, thy constant tenderness my purpose might have moved.I know, might I accept thy heart, a blissful lot were mine;Would we had earlier met—but no! I never could be thine.I love thee as a sister loves a brother kind and dear,And feel a sister's thrilling pride whene'er thy praise I hear;And I have breathed a sister's prayer for thee at Mercy's throne,And ne'er a truer, purer love might sister's bosom own.I knew this trial was in store; I felt it day by day;And oft in ag1ony I prayed this cup might pass away;And yet I lacked the power to tell, what thou too late must hear,To tell thee that another claims this heart to thee so dear.Alas! that I must cause thee pain—I know that thou wilt grieve—For oh! thou art all truthfulness; thou never couldst deceive;And I have wept when anxious care sat heavy on thy brow,Have wept when others wounded thee, and I must wound thee now.It may be that in after-years we yet shall meet again,When time has cancelled every trace of this dark hour of pain:O may I see thee happy, blest, whate'er my lot may be,And, as a sister and a friend, I shall rejoice with thee.
O couldI love thee, love as thou art worthy to be loved,Thy deep, thy constant tenderness my purpose might have moved.I know, might I accept thy heart, a blissful lot were mine;Would we had earlier met—but no! I never could be thine.
I love thee as a sister loves a brother kind and dear,And feel a sister's thrilling pride whene'er thy praise I hear;And I have breathed a sister's prayer for thee at Mercy's throne,And ne'er a truer, purer love might sister's bosom own.
I knew this trial was in store; I felt it day by day;And oft in ag1ony I prayed this cup might pass away;And yet I lacked the power to tell, what thou too late must hear,To tell thee that another claims this heart to thee so dear.
Alas! that I must cause thee pain—I know that thou wilt grieve—For oh! thou art all truthfulness; thou never couldst deceive;And I have wept when anxious care sat heavy on thy brow,Have wept when others wounded thee, and I must wound thee now.
It may be that in after-years we yet shall meet again,When time has cancelled every trace of this dark hour of pain:O may I see thee happy, blest, whate'er my lot may be,And, as a sister and a friend, I shall rejoice with thee.
Harriet.
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In No. 430 of this Journal, page 207, there is some mention of the patented rolling process for tapering bar-iron by machinery. This important invention is not of American origin, as persons unacquainted with the facts might imagine: it was first practised at the Mersey Steel and Iron Company's works at Liverpool, and then patented by Mr William Clay in the United States. The Company mentioned were awarded for the manufacture the prize-medal of the Great Exhibition, and the silver medals of the Franklin Institute of Philadelphia, and the American Institute of New York.
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