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| G FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Acanthus. 
“ Learned of 
Italy’s Acanthus, the arts 
Which Corinth,claims.”— MiuTon, 
ART. 
When, from the sacred garden @riven, 
Man fled before his Maker’s wrath, 
An angel left her place in heaven, 
And crossed the wanderer’s sunless path. 
°T was Art! sweet Art! New radiance broke 
Where her bright foot flew o’er the ground, 
And thus with seraph voice she spoke: 
‘¢ The curse a blessing shall be found.” 
She Jed him through the trackless wild, 
Where noontide’s sunbeam never blazed ; 
The thistle shrank, the harvest smiled, 
And Nature gladdened as she gazed. 
Harth’s thousand tribes of living things, 
At Art’s command to him are given ; 
The village grows, the city springs, 
And point their spires of faith to heaven. 

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CHARLES SPRAGUE. 


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