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And see, 
As yet unclothed, the Hazel tree 
Prepares his early tufts to lend 
The coppice first-fruits ; and depend 
In russet drops, ■whose clustered rows, 
Still closed in part, in part disclose, 
Yet fenced beneath their scaly shed. 
The pendent anther's yellow head. 
Louisa A. Twavileij. 
I trust the frown thy features wear, 
Ere long into a smile will turn ; 
I would not that a face as fair 
xls thine, beloved, should look so stern. 
The chain of ice that winter binds, 
Holds not for aye the sparkling rill ; 
It melts away when summer shines. 
And leaves the waters sparkling still : 
Thus let thy cheek resume the smile 
That shed such sunny light before ; 
And though I left thee for a while, 
I'll vow to leave thee, love, no more. 
Wm. Leggett. 
Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing, 
Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die — 
Ere the gay spell, which earth is round thee throwing, 
Fades like the crimson from a sunset sky. 
Life is but shadows, save a promise given, 
AV'hich lights up sorrow with a fadeless ray. 
Oil, touch the sceptre I — with a hope in heaven, 
Come, turn thy spirit from the world away. 
Anon. 
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