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American Cowslip. — £ You are my Divinity.'’ 
Every bosom cherishes an ideal excellence, which it worships 
Mine may be found in the following: — 
THE SOUL’S IDEAL. 
Thou art my soul’s ideal! pure and bright, 
And filled with every excellence. Thou seenTst 
A tangible embodiment of light, 
And from the Eternal-uncreated, gleam’st 
In softened lustre, — animate, — refined, — 
The visible Divinity of Mind. 
Essential beauty ! with the morn’s first ray, 
Thou beam’st upon me from the Orient blest, 
Guiding my spirit with resistless sway, 
Till gathering shadows darken in the west; 
Then bursting forth more brilliant from afar, 
t own thine influence in some idol-star! 
