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Chamomile.. ..Energy in Adversity. 
Italy! 
Time, which hath wronged thee with ten thousand rents 
Of thine imperial garment, shall deny, 
And hath denied, to every other sky, 
Spirits which soar from ruin:—thy decay 
Is still impregnate with divinity. 
Which gilds it with revivifying ray. 
Byron. 
I said to Penury’s meagre train, 
Come on—your threats I hrave; 
My last poor life-drop you may drain, 
And crush me to the grave; 
Yet still the t spirit that endures, 
Shall mock your force the while, 
And meet each cold, cold grasp of yours 
With hitter smile. 
I said to cold Neglect and Scorn, 
Pass on—I heed you not; 
Ye may pursue me till my form 
And being are forgot; 
Yet still, the spirit which you see 
Undaunted by your wiles, 
Draws from its own nobility 
Its high-born smiles. 
Mrs. Hale. 
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