FLORA’S DIAL. 29 
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MOSS. — Maternal Love. 
Dear Mother, of the thousand strings which waken 
The sleeping harp within the human heart, 
The longest kept in tune, though oft forsaken, 
, Is that in which the Mother’s voice hears part J 
Her still small voice bids e’en the careless ear 
To turn with deep and pure delight to hear. 
Miss E. J. Eames. 
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PEA. — Respect. 
Breathe, breathe your incense, May; 
Ye flowers, your homage pay 
To one more fair and sweet; 
Ye opening rose-buds, shade 
With fragrant twine her head, — 
Ye lilies kiss her feet! 
Thompson. 
