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THE FLORAL

LEMON.



Fresher than the morning rose
When the dew wets its leaves; unstained
As is the lily, and pure as the mountain snow.

Thomson.



Thou art no Sabbath-drawler of old saws,
Distilled from some worm-cankered homily.
  * * * Thou from a throne
Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark
Arrows of lightnings.

Tennyson.