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PERISH THE ROSES AND THE FLOWERS OF KINGS!"- -WORDSWORTH.

THE FOUNTAIN.

For calm and gentle is his mien ;
Like a dead boy he is serene.

[WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.]

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"NATURE IS BEAUTIFUL; WHERE'ER WE GO, KIND NATURE'S VARIOUS WEALTH IS ALL OUR OWN."-WORDSWORTH.

"OUR BIRTH IS BUT A SLEEP AND A FORGETTING. -WORDSWORTH.

"UNDER SUFFERANCE DIVINE, DARKNESS IS BANISHED FROM THE REALMS OF DEATH."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

"I COULD WISH MY DAYS TO BE BOUND EACH TO EACH BY NATURAL PIETY."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

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HEAVEN LIES ABOUT US IN OUR INFANCY."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

"THE SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS, THE GLORY IN THE FLOWER!"-WORDSWORTH.

"APPARELLED IN CELESTIAL LIGHT, THE GLORY AND THE FRESHNESS OF A DREAM."-WORDSWORTH.

"THUS, DEEPLY DRINKING IN THE SOUL OF THINGS, WE SHALL BE WISE PERFORCE."-WORDSWORTH.

EARTH FILLS HER LAP WITH PLEASURES OF HER OWN."-WORDSWORTH.

"THY SOUL WAS LIKE A STAR, AND DWELT APART."-WORDSworth.

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"LIVING TO GOD AND NATURE, AND CONTENT WITH THAT COMMUNION."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

"THE THOUGHT OF OUR PAST YEARS DOTH IN ME BREED PERPETUAL BENEDICTIONS."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

ONE OF THE MOUNTAINS-EACH A MIGHTY VOICE.' -WORDSWORTH.

"AND TRAILING CLOUDS OF GLORY DO WE COME FROM GOD, WHO IS OUR HOME."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

"LOOK UPON THE HILLS WITH TENDERNESS, AND MAKE DEAR FRIENDSHIPS WITH THE STREAMS AND GROVES."

"FAIR STAR OF EVENING, SPLENDOUR OF THE WEST !"-WORDSWORTH.

WE ARE SEVEN.

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Yet ye are seven !-I pray you tell,

Sweet maid, how this may be ?"
Then did the little maid reply,

"Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the churchyard lie,
Beneath the churchyard tree."

"You run about, my little maid,
Your limbs they are alive;

If two are in the churchyard laid,
Then ye are only five."

"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little maid replied,

"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.

"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit--
I sit and sing to them.

"And often after sunset, sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

"The first that died was little Jane :
In bed she moaning lay,

Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

"So in the churchyard she was laid;

And all the summer dry

"IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING, CALM AND free."-woRDSWORTH.

"WHEREFORE MURMUR OR REPINE?

THE MEMORY OF THE JUST SURVIVES IN HEAVEN."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.