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Sweet Pea. — 1 Appointed meeting ,' ‘ Improve the 
present .’ 
As it is impossible to recall the past, or forsee the future with 
any degree of certainty, we should improve the present, which alone 
is ours. 
Hark ! the gentle sighing 
Of the midnight breeze, 
Like music softly dying 
Amid the citron trees, 
Whose fragrant blossoms falling, 
Like snow-flakes strew the ground, 
While fairy voices calling, 
Seem mingled with the sound. 
The moon, her soft beams lending, 
Sheds beauty over all, 
In harmony thus blending, 
Beneath her silvery pall, 
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