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hold a place in the public avenues and promenades; but they 
and fashion united have not succeeded in banishing it thence. 
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Yes ! the pure, open, prosperous love, 
That, pledged on earth and sealed above, 
Grows in the world’s approving eyes, 
In friendship’s smile and home’s caress, 
Collecting all the heart’s sweet ties 
Into one knot of happiness! 
Moore. 
The earth was sad — the garden was a wild— 
And man — the hermit — sighed, till woman smiled! 
Campbell. 
That union where all that in woman is kind, 
With all that in man most ennoblingly towers, 
Grow wreathed into one—like the column, combined 
Of the strength of the shaft and the capital’s flowers. 
Moore. 
Calm wedded affection, that home-rooted plant, 
Which sweetens seclusion, and smiles in the shade. 
Moore. 
I do not promise that our life 
Shall know no shade on heart or brow; 
For human lot and mortal strife 
Would mock the falsehood of such vow. 
But when the clouds of pain and care 
Shall teach us we are not divine, 
My deepest sorrows thou shalt share, 
And I will strive to lighten thine. 
Eliza Cook, 
