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POEMS.

TRAILING ARBUTUS.
      Darlings of the forest!
       Blossoming alone
      When Earth's grief is sorest
       For her jewels gone—
Ere the last snow-drift melts, your tender buds have blown.

      Tinged with color faintly,
       Like the morning sky,
      Or more pale and saintly,
       Wrapped in leaves ye lie,
Even as children sleep in faith's simplicity.

      There the wild wood-robin
       Hymns your solitude,
      And the rain comes sobbing
       Through the budding wood,
While the low south wind sighs, but dare not be more rude.