MORAL WORTH. 
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MIGNONETTE. 
Reseda Odorata. 
Language —MORAL WORTH. 
Now look ye on the plain and modest guise 
Of yon unlovely flower. Unlovely ? No — 
Not beautiful, ’tis true —not touched with hues 
Like hers we late have gazed on ; but so rich 
In precious fragrance is that lovely one, 
So loved for her sweet qualities, that I 
Should woo her first amid a world of flowers ; 
For she is like some few beloved ones here, 
Whom eyes, perchance, might slightingly pass o’er, 
But whose true wisdom, gentleness, and worth, 
Unchanging friendship, ever-faithful love, 
And countless minor beauties of the mind, 
Attach our hearts in deep affection still. Twamb 
When yet a virgin free and indisposed, 
I loved, but saw you only with my eyes ; 
I could not reach the beauties of your soul: 
I have lived since in contemplation 
And long experience of your growing goodness ; 
What then was passion is my judgment now; 
Through all the several changes of your life, 
Confirmed and settled in adoring you. 
Hayne. 
