THE HONE YS UCJ5CLE. 
BY THE COUNTESS Of BLESSINQTON. 
See the honeysuckle twine 
Round this casement:—’tis a shrine 
Where the heart doth incense give, 
And the pure affections Jive 
In the mother’s gentle breast 
By her smiling infant press’d. 
Blessed shrine ! dear, blissful home ! 
Source whence happiness doth come ! 
Round by the cheerful hearth we meet 
All things beauteous—all thing sweet_ 
Every solace of man’s life, 
Mother, daughter^—sister—wife ! 
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