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it, but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance 

 and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb 

 language.' 



In a little-known seventeenth century poem, the writer, 

 Judge Hale, prays His Lord that He will enter his humble 

 heart : 



* And with Thy leave, I'll fetch some flowers that grow 

 In Thine Own Garden — Faith and Love to Thee. 

 With these I'll dress it up, and there shall be 

 My Rosemary and Bays. Yet when my best 

 Is done, the room's not fit for such a Guest. 

 But here's the cure — Thy presence, Lord, alone 

 Can make the stall a Court, the cratch a Throne.' 



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