




FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Olive. 
« Adjudged on olive branch, * * 


As likely to be blessed in peace.” 
SHAKSPEARE. 
PEACE. 
The angel’s song, that happy night 
When spirits stooped to mortal ken, 
Warbled from lips and lyres of light, — 
Was peace on earth, good will to men. 
In peace the sages came and paid 
Their meed of gold, and spice, and myrrh ; 
And why such bliss on Mary laid? 
She felt that peace had come to her 
Peace was the theme, when precepts dropt 
From Jesus’ lips, like his own dew ; 
‘Who oped their eyes? Who ears unstopt? 
His name was Peace, —’t was all they knew. 
Wm. B. TAPPAN. 
Winter may bid his tempests rise, 
And change the earth’s fair robe of green ; 
And leafless bowers and frowning skies 
Afford a sad and dreary scene ; 
Yet will the heart bright verdure wear, 
If Peace has fixed its dwelling there. 
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