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W. L. 
heart’s to me a pleasant Greenhouse, 
Where, when Winter winds blow chill, 
And blasted all lie Summer flowerets, 
Sheltered bloom my flowerets still. 
All around its crystal casements 
Clusters wild the passion-vine ; 
Veiling brightly clouds and shadows, 
But admits the dear sunshine. 
There the perfume of the lily 
Mingles with the damask rose; 
Deeply sighs the orange-blossom 
And the bright carnation glows. 
There the timid violet trembles; 
Heliotropes their fragrance shed; 
And the star of Bethlehem watches 
O’er the heart’s-ease’ lowly bed. 
