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Yet who would tread again the scene 
He trod through life before ? 
On, with intense desire, 
Man’s spirit will move on; 
It seems to die, yet, like heaven’s lire, 
It is not quenched, but gone. 
TIIE LILY. 
The Saviour, in the sermon on the mount, uses 
the language which is so often quoted, and which 
falls at each.hearing with newer, sweeter interest 
upon the ear. 
The King of glory points not to the vast assem¬ 
blage of worlds, which are rolling on in their course 
above; he tells not of their peopled isles, nor of 
the powers exerted by his all-powerful hand, in 
keeping those countless ones in place, but points 
to the simple lily of the field, sweet emblem of the 
! Parity which should reign in every breast, and 
i bids the erring sons of man learn lessons from that 
j simple flower. ‘Consider,’ is his touching lan- 
I guage, ‘ the lilies of the field, how they grow; 
| they toil^iot, neither do they spin. And yet I'say 
unto you that Solomon, in all his glory, was not 
arrayed like one of these.’ 
The lily of the valley, with its snow-white, 
