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THE VERBENA OR VERVAIN. 
Which seeks again those cords to bind. 
Which human woe hath rent apart. 
To heal again the wounded mind, 
And bind anew the broken heart. 
The hand which tunes to harmony. 
The cunning harp, whose strings are riven. 
Must move as light and quietly 
As that meek breath of summer heaven, 
Which woke of old its melody; 
And kindness, to the dim of soul, 
Whilst aught of rude and stern control, 
The clouded heart can deeply feel. 
Is welcome as the odours fanned 
From some unseen and flowery land, 
Around the weary seaman’s keel. 
Whittier. 
