FLORA’S ALBUM. 81 
Olive. 
“ Adjudged an olive tranch, * * 
As likely to be blessed in peace.” 
Shakspbarb. 
PEACE. 
The angel’s song, that happy night 
When spirits stooped to mortal ken, 
Warbled from lips and lyres of light, — 
Was peace on earth, good will to men. 
In peace the sages came and paid 
Their meed of gold, and spice, and myrrh; 
And why such bliss on Mary laid ? 
She felt that peace had come to her 
Peace was the theme, when precepts dropt 
Prom Jesus’ lips, like his own dew | 
Who oped their eyes ? Who ears unstopt ? 
His name was Peace, — ’t was all they knew. 
Wm. B. Tappan. 
Winter may bid his tempests rise. 
And change the earth’s fair robe of green; 
And leafless bowers and frowning sides 
Afford a sad and dreary scene j 
Yet wiU the heart bright verdure wear, 
If Peace has fixed its dwelling there. 
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