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G2 MOKAI OF FLOWERS. 
And even on the grave can be 
A spell to weed affection’s pain— 
Children of Eden, who could see, 
Nor own His bounty in your reign!”— 
Annette Turner. 
Yes ! silent monitors though they he, they 
are not voiceless, but gifted with an eloquence 
divine that appeals alike to the heart and to the 
understanding; and would we but hearken to 
their preaching, our bosoms would become as 
well-springs of mutual piety—peace and good 
fellowship would prevail upon earth, and men 
would be no more shedders of each other’s 
blood, and perpetrators of the blackest crimes : 
but, alas ! 
“Many in this dim world of cares, 
Have sat with angels unawares.”—T. H. Hervey. 
And few, very few are they, who can behold 
the bright countenances of heaven’s messengers, 
and listen to their discourse with an under¬ 
standing spirit, for ambition and avarice, and 
pride, have obscured our powers of vision, and 
choked up the avenues to that treasure-house 
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