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iitarcl) 27. 
FIR. TREE. — Elevation. 
Once did I weep and groan, 
Drink tears, draw loathed breath, 
And all for love of one 
Who did effect my death! 
But now, thanks to disdain! 
I live, relieved of pain. 
For sighs, — I singing go ; 
I burn not as before, — oh no, no, no! 
Drummond. 
Jttard) 28. 
S1VEET BRIAR. — Poetry. 
Star of the golden ray, 
That on thy blazing axle-tree art wheeling! 
Before thy solemn form my soul is kneeling; 
Bright Harbinger of Day ! 
Thou art a type of what I fain would be. 
* * * * 
Give me the Poet’s Lyre! 
And as the seraph in his orbit sings, 
0, may I strike the heaven-attun6d strings, 
With a seraphic fire ! 
With music fill the mighty dome of Mind, 
And the rapt souls of men, in music brightly bind! 
J. W. H. 
