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THE MUSE MALLOW. 
EMBLEM OF MEEKNESS. 
Call it not wasted, the seent we lend 
To the breeze when no step is nigb. 
Oh ! thus for ever the earth should send 
> Her grateful breath on high. 
And love us as emblems, night’s dewy flowers, 
Of hopes unto sorrows given, 
That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours, 
Looking alone to heaven! 
Mes. Hemans. 
Nor will the breast where fancy glows" 
Deem every flower a weed that blows 
Amid the desert plain. 
Shenstone. 
It is at this time that the Musk Mallow unfolds, in 
he hedge-banks of our meadows, its délicate pink 
blossoms of vase-like shape; and, because it is a 
native of our own land, this beautiful flower is ranked 
among the weeds. What an extraordinary perverse- 
ness is there in man’s disposition, leading him always 
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