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Garden of delight wherein the jewels of earth do lie!

Tell me, in your vault of gold, will the flowers ever die?

Nothing of so fair a mien could return to earthly dust.

Even if the earth do say, “It is finished,” trust we must

In the God who tells of light that will lift to Heaven above

Every perfumed flower that blows symphonies on wings of love.

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CAP AND BELLS (To F.)

In Life’s masquerade the disguises are many:

Here’s a man masquerading as Wealth,

Wears a million of gold,

But a pauper, I’m told,

He hasn’t a penny of health.

Here comes a Beggar, in tatters and rags,

Masking as Poverty old.

He may look the part,

But the wealth in his heart,

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