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For Roses form the coronal 
Which Love’s own hand composes; 
Then be my garland e’er so small, 
If wholly made of Roses. 
Hawthorn.— * Hope .' 1 
Worshipped as a Divinity by the Heathen, and shrined by the 
Christian on the altar of his faith. 
In Life’s young morn, with buds and flowers, 
Hope, smiling nymph, appears, 
And sings to charm our opening hours, 
A thousand siren airs! 
And though her fairy buds decay, 
And soon her flowerets fall; 
She lures us on from day to day, 
With strains that never pall! 
