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90 LANGUAGE AND 
I see thee, if far up the pathway yonder 
The dust be stirred ; 
Tf faint steps o’er the little bridge to wander 
At night be heard. 
I hear thee, when the tossing waves’ low rumbling 
Creeps up the hill; 
I go to the lone wood, and listen, trembling, 
When all is still. 
Goethe. 
FLOWERING RUSH. 
Carina augustifolia . . . Class 1 ; Order 1 
Found in the Southern States. 
CONFIDENCE IN HEAVEN. 
Oh, there is solemn peace, and strength sublime, 
And holy fortitude, and deep sweet rest, 
In all our thoughts and visions of that clime 
Where dwell the spirits of the loved and blest. 
In every hue of gladsome beauty drest, 
They come across our hearts like gleams of light, 
Fraught with a mission, at God’s high behest— 
A mission to relieve our mental sight 
By glimpses of a life where all is calm and bright 
