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JDcecmbcr 27. 
ASH THEE. — Grandeur. 
No! I shall never lose the trace, 
Of what I’ve felt in this bright place; 
And should my spirit’s hope grow weak, — 
Should X, 0 God ! forget thy power, 
This mighty scene again I ’ll seek, 
At the same calm and glowing hour; 
And here at the subhmest shrine 
That nature ever reared to thee, 
Rekindle all that hope divine, 
And feel my immortality ! Moore. 
^December 28. 
ARBOR VITiE. — Unchanging Affection. 
Thou and thine shall know no blight, 
Whatever fate on me may fall; 
For heaven in s unshin e will requite 
The kind, — and thee the most of all. 
Then let the ties of baffled love 
Be broken, — thine will never break; 
Thy heart can feel, — but will not move; 
Thy soul, though soft, will never shake! 
Byron. 
