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queenly back was turned. As for us, we shall see Clytie and 

 her constancy in every flower that winks away the dew in 

 the morning or goes to sleep when Apollo disappears in the 

 west. Tom Moore consulted no learned botanist when he ^^ 



i " No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets 

 But as truly loves on to the close 

 As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets^ 

 / f The same look which she turn'd when he rose. 



ature, the Great Appealer. Sooner or later she gets 

 into the heart of every man. A Tiberius might look from his 

 island home over a world bowing in obedience to his will and 

 then turn in homely love to the flowers and vegetables in his 

 quiet Capri garden. A Diocletian could resign first the half 

 and then the whole of his world mantle, content to give it 

 up for a simple Hfe, and prove himself to be in earnest later 

 by refusing to lift again to his tired shoulders the waiting 

 burden. Imagine the surprise at Maximian's little court 

 when they were told Diocletian's message. "Were you but 

 to come to Salona and see the flowers and vegetables which I 

 raise in my garden with my own hands, you would no longer 

 talk to me of empire. " A Washington hears Nature's appeal 

 at Mount Vernon after agonizing years spent in his country's 

 service ; a Gladstone hears it in the solitary forest ; to some it 

 comes as by right, to some by accident ; to one for a moment 

 and to another for all of life's span. Virgil could indeed sing 



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