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MARVEL OF PERU. 215 
a The * Call it not wasted the scent we lend 
ely oy ‘fo the breeze when no step is nigh : 
US yy Oh! thus for ever the earth should send 
Her grateful breath on high ! 
tind fe ** And love us as emblems, night’s dewy flowers, 
4 Of hopes unto sorrows given, 
ed That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours, 
the sine: Looking alone to Heaven.” 
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