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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. 
—— 
THE ROSE. 
BY SPENSER. 
Aun! see the virgin rose, how sweetly she 
Doth first peep forth with bashful modesty, 
That fairer seems the less ye see her way! 
Lo! see soon after, how more bold and free 
Her bared bosom she doth broad display ; 
Lo! see soon after, how she fades away ard falls 
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INFANT SLUMBER. 
A noty smile was on her lip, 
Whenever sleep was there, 
She slept, as sleeps the blossom, nush'd 
Amid the silent air.—E. Oax Situ. 

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