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Eglantine, or Sweet Briar. — ‘Poetry? 
It is the province of Poetry to elevate and refine the mind, to 
soften and purify the heart, and to shed a halo over the rude realities 
of life. 
The perfume of the leaf, 
The soft tints of the flower, 
Are symbols — one of grief, 
And one of beauty’s power; 
The fragrance which endures, 
When all of green is gone, 
Is Sorrow’s gift, which pours 
Its tribute long and lone. 
The tender, touching hue, 
That asks a smile from all, 
Scarce bursts upon the view, 
Before the flow’rets fall; 
