Pedar of Lebanon—Jncop^uptibi-lity. 
©HALL I be left forgotten in the dust, 
P When fate, relenting, lets the flower revive ? 
Shall Nature’s voice, to man alone unjust, 
Bid him, though doom’d to perish, hope to live? 
Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive 
With disappointment, penury, and pain? 
No: Heaven’s immortal spring shall yet arrive, 
And man’s majestic beauty bloom again. 
Bright through the eternal year of Love’s triumphant reign. 
Beattie , 
jJ?EF$N Moss -pONTENT. 
<®jSl ISER it were to welcome and make ours 
'“H, Whate’er of good, though small, the present brings— 
Kind greetings, sunshine, song of birds, and flowers. 
With a child’s pure delight in little things; 
And of the griefs unborn to rest secure, 
Knowing that mercy ever will endure. 
■R. C. Trench . 
