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NATIVE GRACE. 51 
COWSLIP. 
Dodecatheon. 
Language NATIVE GRACE. 
Accomplishments were native to her mind, 
Like precious pearls within a clasping shell, 
And winning grace her every act refined. 
Like sunshine shedding beauty where it fell. 
Mrs. Hale. 
She clasps no golden zone of pride 
Her fair and simple robe around ; 
By flowing ribbon, lightly tied, 
Its graceful folds are bound. 
And thus attired, a sportive thing. 
Pure, loving, guileless, bright, and wild, 
Proud Fashion ! match me in your ring. 
New England's mountain child. 
Mrs. Osgood. 
A maid of sixteen years, of twilight eyes. 
Deep-set and dark, and fringed with pencil dyes ; 
Her forehead not too high, where thick black hair. 
Combed smooth and parted, showed the whiteness there; 
Her form of rounded symmetry, where art. 
That makes so many beauties, bore no part ; 
With mind untutored, yet so constituted. 
She never spoke amiss, nor e'er disputed; 
A girl like this who would not love and cherish ? 
Or having won her heart, could leave that heart to perish ? 
