252 THE YOETF.Y OF FLO WEBS. 
To humbleness of heart descends 
This prescience from on high, 
The faith that elevates the just, 
Before and when they die ; 
And makes each soul a separate heaven, 
A court for Deity. 
-•— 
THE ROSE. 
BY SPENSER. 
Ah ! see the virgin rose, how sweetly she 
Doth first peep forth with bashful modesty, 
That fairer seems the less ye see her way ! 
Lo! see soon after, how more bold and free 
Her bared bosom she doth broad display ; 
Lo! see soon after, how she fades away ard falla 
—♦ - 
INFANT SLUMBER. 
A holy smile was on her lip, 
Whenever sleep was there, 
She slept, as sleeps the blossom, aush'd 
Amid the silent air. —E. Oak Smith. 
