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 CARES I HAVE NOT. 147

Fell snow-flakes, like the blooms which died ;

Tiny and pale,

Petalled and frail, White flowers for a fairy bride.

But loyal still

To heavenly will, They wore its signet from afar,

For radiant whorl

And shattered pearl Each bore the likeness of a star.

So saints should go

On earth below, Working their Master s holy will ;

Yet, firm impressed

On brow and breast, The Master s seal should glitter still.

��CARES I HAVE NOT.

1HAVE my cares. In every lot We find their faces sad ; But when I count those I have not My very heart grows glad.

What if I must be up betimes

To open budding flow rs, Or wake the birds (alas ! I fear

They would keep wretched hours) ?

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