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THE ICE PLANT. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
There’s a cool, collected look. 
As if her pulses beat by book, 
A measured tone, a cold reply, 
A management of voice and eye, 
A calm, possess’d, authentic air, 
That leaves a doubt of softness there—• 
Till, look and worship as I may, 
My fever’d thoughts will pass away. 
Willis. 
