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Hawthorn. 
“ Now Hawthorns blossom, now the Daisies spring.” 
POPE. 
HOPE. 
Fair Hort, with ight and buoyant form, 
Came smiling through the clouds of care ; 
Glanced bright defiance on the storm, 
And hung her bow of promise there. 
Mrs. Osgoop. 
Once on a time, from scenes of light, 
An angel winged his airy flight ; 
Down to this earth, in haste he came, 
And wrote, in lines of living flame, 
These words on every thing he met, 
“ Cheer up, be not discouraged yet!” 
Then back to heaven with speed he flew, 
And tuned his golden harp anew ; 
Whilst the angelic throng came round, 
To catch the soul-inspiring sound ; 
And heaven was filled with new delight, 
For Hors had been to earth that night. 
Joun S. ADAMS. 


