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TEE POETRY OF FLOWE 
eauty how fr Pa and how flee sting, 



The bloom of a fine summer’s d 
i = mind o’ my Phi 
without a decay 

ate 
THE ORANGE-BOUGH, 
BY MRS. HEMANS. 
Ox! bring me one sweet Orange- bough {| 
To fan my cheek, to a my brow; 
One bough, with early blossoms drest, 
And bind it, Mother! .on my breast ! 

Go seek the grove aleng the shore, 
Whose odours I must breathe Eee more, 
The prove where eeu scented tree 
Thrills to the deep voice of the sea. || 
|| Oh! Love’s fond sighs, and fervent prayer 
And wild f farewel ll, are lingering there, 
ht whisper hath a tone, 
ead even in death, would own. 

en bear me thence one pony 
Life’s parting sweetness roun ee 
And bind it, Mother! on my b 
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z When I am laid in lo oe rest. iF 



