Is truly yours— tis all my heart can give. . T. Swann. 
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STAR OF BETHLEHEM. THE LIGHT OF OUR PATH. Light of those whose dreary dwelling 
ORNITHOGALUM. 
Sacred Melodies. 
Joy of the desolate, 1 isis of the straying, 
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure— 
pices speaks the com oer in mercy saying, 
‘< Rarth hath no sorrow that heav’n cannot cure.’ ” dd. 
Come, while sweet thoughts, like summer-buds unfold- 
ing, 
Waken rich feelings in the careless bre 
While yet thy hand th’ ase tn Ww rath is Melotling, 
Come, and secure interminable r 
Fades, like the crimson from a sunset-s 
Life’s but a shadow—save a promise given, 
Which lights up sorrow with a fadeless ray ; 
O, touch the sceptre !—with a hope in hea aven, 
Come, turn thy spirit from the world away 
Col lumbian Star. 
mbrace the Faith 
Which with meek submissive eye 
Sees were the heavenly mansions rise, 
Of her bright home beyond the skies. . - . Ladies’ Mag. 
Then safely moor’d thy perils o’er, 
Thou’lt s ing—first in in ‘ s dia dem— 
For ever, ar nd for ever m 
The star—the Star of Bethtchem H. EK. White. 
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ST. JOHN’S WORT. Superstition. | Lovely beyond the painter’s brightest seakiges 
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HYPERICUM. 
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Built by the genii in the evening ky? . 8. P. Chase, 
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I took it for a fairy vision 
Of some gay creatures of the element, 
That in the colors of the rainbow live, 
And play i’ the plighted clouds Milton. 
Say from what far and sunny shore, 
Fair wonder, thou dost rove, 
Lest what I only should adore, 
I heedless think to love 
