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The sweetest visions which may light 
The Poet’s heart and song, 
Must own the desolating blight 
Of withering Time ere long. 
All earthly things must pass away, 
And leave a ruined shrine; 
But there are those which ne’er decay — 
The holy, the divine! 
Lily of the Valley. — ‘ Restored Happiness 
Happiness is of the heart, and it is the mind which gives its tone 
and coloring to nature. 
There is a spell in every flower, 
A sweetness in each spray; 
And every simple bird has power 
To please me with its lay. 
