J ULIP-fAME, 
fi\ WHO shall lightly say that fame 
Is nothing but an empty name ! 
Whilst in that sound there is a charm 
The nerves to brace, the heart to warm; 
As, thinking of the mighty dead, 
The young from slothful couch will start, 
And vow, with lifted hands outspread, 
Like them to act a noble part ? 
Joanna Baillie. 
yEAR Jl^EE — 
pOMFOF^T. 
AS fate o’er whelmed thee with some 
e]jij& sudden -blow ? 
p|) Let thy tears flow; 
\.y But know when storms are past, the heavens 
$ appear 
* More pure, more clear; 
And hope, when farthest from their shining rays, 
For brighter days. 
Hast thou found life a cheat, and worn in vain 
Its iron chain? 
Has thy soul bent beneath earth’s heavy bond 
Look thou beyond ; 
If life is bitter —there for ever shine 
Hopes more divine. 
Adelaide Procter. 
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