Is tuned to love and peace.

DISTANT SOUNDS.

DISTANT SOUNDS.

The

Shout from the village street;

The rest is gay and sweet.

We love the sound to hear,

Can fascinate the ear.

Were in the woods a joy;

Will many a boon destroy.

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THE FRIENDLY THORN.

THE FRIENDLY THORN.

I thought

While thridding Narnis' fragrant wood,

The queen of all wild roses stood.

My lady's bosom to adorn,—

But for the sharp and friendly thorn.

Pierced to the quick by sorrow's cry,

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