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Ebony Tree. Blackness. 
Better not do the deed, than weep it done.— Prior. 
Eglantine (Sweetbrier) Poetry. I wound to heal. 
Of love and social scenes it seemed to speak, 
Of truth, of friendship, of affection meek.— W. L. Bowles. 
Elder. Zealousness. 
I am not mine but thine. I vow thy hosts T will obey; 
And serve thee as a servant ought, in pleasing, if I may.— 
