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WOMAN S WORTH. 
ORANGE BLOSSOM. 
Citrus Aurantium. 
Language — WOMAN’S WORTH. 
Ah, woman ! in this world of ours, 
What gift can be compared to thee ? 
How slow would drag life’s weary hours, 
Though man’s proud brow were bound with flowers, 
And his the wealth of land and sea, 
If destined to exist alone, 
And ne’er call woman’s heart his own. 
George P. Morris. 
She wins me with caresses 
From passion’s dark defiles : 
She guides me when I falter, 
And strengthens me with smiles : 
It may be, unseen angels 
Beside me journey forth ; 
I know that one is sitting 
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This moment by my hearth. 
A loving wife. O brothers, 
An angel here below ; 
Alas ! your eyes are liolden 
Too often till they go ; 
Ye upward look while grieving, 
When they have passed from earth ; 
0, cherish well those sitting 
This moment by thy hearth. 
Fanry FALE8. 
