In every quickening field and grove

For toiling days of faithful love.

THE FLINTY FIELD.

THE FLINTY FIELD.

You

As though 'twere sown with dragon's teeth,

No hopes of genial growth beneath.

When He, whose grace can melt the rock,

A hundred-headed golden shock.

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HOME AND ABROAD.

HOME AND ABROAD.

Black

Lo! wave devouring wave,

The ocean monsters rave.

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A glossy sheet upcurls

Its rainbows fringed with pearls.

In unambitious ease,

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