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THE LOVEK’S OFFERING, 
In each glad and gloomy hour, 
In thy weakness, in thy power, 
Pray—and we will pray for thee, 
Strive—and we will strengthen thee. 
Aye, on the land and on the seas, 
In the tempest and the breeze, 
In the solemn hush of night, 
In the loud morn’s burst of light, 
Strive ! oh strive!—around, above thee, 
We will lead and we will love thee. 
THE BEE AND THE FLOWER. 
Oh, lilac bough ! hadst thou the power 
To make a revelation, 
I’d court thy shade full many an hour, 
And ’neath thy blossoms’ fragrant bower, 
Inhale glad inspiration. 
I’ve often looked with raptured eyes 
To see the bee embrace thee; 
So wildly seize his wished-for prize, 
Express his joy with murmuring cries, 
And give fresh charms to grace thee. 
I’ve thought how heart and soul were bound 
To show his deep-felt pleasure, 
