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THE rOEIEY OE i’LOWEKS. 
To humbleness of heart descends 
This prescience from on high, 
The faith that elevates the just, 
Before and when they die ; 
And makes each soul a separate heaven, 
A court for Deity. 
Wit be 
-•— Lore 
Because 
THE ROSE. Hove 
BY SPENSER. fboug 1 
The 
Ah ! see the virgin rose, how sweetly she Udn 
Doth first peep forth with bashful modesty, fog 
That fairer seems the less ye see her way ! 
Lo! see soon after, how more bold and free JJygt 
Her bared bosom she doth broad display; Dpt 
Lo ! see soon after, how she fades away ard falls. Aftt! 
It' 
Itwa 
INFANT SLUMBER. He 
For 
A holy smile was on her lip, ^ 
Whenever sleep was there, 
She slept, as sleeps the blossom, hush'd Ip|| 
Amid the silent air. —E. Oak Smith. I 
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