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nificent and monstrous plants are found in barbarous 
Africa: they grow upon rocks, in dry sand under a 
burning atmosphere. Some have leaves six feet long, 
and armed with long spires. From the centre of these 
leaves shoots up a slender stem covered with flowers. 
Sister Sorrow! sit beside me, 
Or, if I must wander, guide me: 
Let me take thy hand in mine, 
Cold alike are mine and thine. 
Think not, Sorrow, that I hate thee,— 
Think not I am frightened at thee,— 
Thou art come for some good end; 
I will treat thee as a friend. 
R. M. Milnes. 
And this is all I have left now, 
Silence and solitude and tears; 
The memory of a broken vow, 
My blighted hopes, my pasted years! 
Anon. 
It may be that I shall forget my grief; 
It may be time has good in store for me; 
It may be that my heart will find relief 
From sources now unknown. Futurity 
May bear within its folds some hidden spring 
From which will issue blessed streams; and yet 
Whate’er of joy the coming year may bring, 
The past—the past—I never can forget. 
Mrs. Hale. 
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