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THE LADIES' FLORAL CABINET. 
high and holy joy. And when the beautiful twilight, 
“ Purple-robed and starry-eyed, 
With gleams of amber-tinted hair,” 
lay like a prayer and blessing over all the laud, two 
happy creatures left the holy house of God, at peace 
with all the world and themselves. Straightway to 
Mother Morgan they went, and kneeling beside her, 
Violet held up a blushing, smiling face, that told all 
the tale to the loving old lady. 
She kissed her children, saying, gravely: *‘1 am 
very happy that it is to be so. May your lives be as 
full of purity and peace, of perfect charity, grace and 
fragrance, as are these odorous messengers of joy and 
love. 
“To my old eyes, the fairest offering of this Easter- 
day, is a true, loving woman’s heart, and the symbol 
she gives of her perfect purity in these sweet White 
Y lolets! Ralph Douglass. 
EL SPIRITO SANTO. 
THE FLOWEP. OF THE HOLY SPIfU'Fr' 
A little blossom, creamy white, 
And perfect in its fairness, 
An image of such pure delight, 
A blossom of such rareness; 
I look upon it, and my thought 
Goes out in veneration 
To that belief that some are taught, 
Linked with their soul’s salvation. 
In tropic climes the blossom meets 
The sunshine and the shadow; 
Before it many a lip repeats, 
In field or wood or meadow, 
A prayer that he who takes the flower 
May find his meetl of pleasure 
Go with him in each passing hour, 
And be an endless treasure. 
Within a dainty cup-shaped nest, 
A dove, with wings extended, 
Seems ready to take flight and test 
If life be sad or splendid— 
As if about to take its flight 
With some sweet, solemn story, 
And bear it to the realm of Light, 
And to the Throne of Glory. 
’Tis said that he who rudely tears 
Away this holy blossom, 
Will feel the weight of worldly cares 
Press deeply on his bosom. 
If hand shall tear, if foot shall crush, 
That hand or foot shall wither, 
Losing all life and sense of touch 
Forever and forever. 
O’er him who takes the living flower, 
With thoughts all pure and holy, 
No hying man or beast hath power, 
Though high he be or lowly, 
To harm him. From its faint perfume 
A holy emanation 
Lights up the world, despite the gloom 
And brightens every station. 
Oh, Flower of the Holy Dove, 
Or of the Holy Spirit! '' x 
Thy presence is the sign of love 
That true hearts always merit. v 
In floral grotto ever rest 
In all thy creamy whiteness, 
And whisper from thy dainty nest. 
Of Heaven’s eternal brightness. 
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