THE GOLDEN ROD. 
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“ Makes him, 
And still keeps him, poor.” 
But ; in spite of the experience of the past, 
it requires little to raise hope in a race which 
has too often little else to dwell on; it is, 
therefore, a beautiful dispensation of Provi- 
ence, that still even 
“ The Golden Rod, that blossoms in the wild, 
Whispers a tale of hope to fancy’s child.” 
And he is thus encouraged on his barren, 
but not cheerless path. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Oh ! deem not that, because my voice 
May seem less joyous now, 
I grieve to find that time hath placed 
A wrinkle on my brow. 
Mourn not that my youth is o’er, 
That spring time must depart ; 
It is not age that can destroy 
The sunshine of the heart. 
