THE CROCUS. 
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We cope with at her calling, 
And calmly eye 
Through darkling sky 
The snow-flake thickly falling. 
‘ From “ lilies of the field,” 
Lady, thou ’rt taught to borrow 
Lessons which well may yield 
Assurance for the morrow; 
And might we dare 
Their task to share. 
We’d say, may duty find thee 
Prompt at her call, 
What e’er befall. 
To act the part assign’d thee.’ 
