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 LADY-BUG. I

Listen now, while mighty Nature

Bares her great vibrating heart, And calls a measure still and stately,

Unfettered by the rules of Art ; Who can fail to catch the thunder

Of the White Hills solemn base, With chorded peaks and note triumphant,

Uplifted to its Maker s face?

Round about the chorus swelling,

Chicarua and Kearsarge rise, With Jockey Cap and Peaked Mountain,

All singing to the Conway skies. This was the psalm I saw this summer ;

This was the anthem which I heard ; My soul and I alone together

Without the sound of mortal word.

��LADY-BUG.

T ADY-BUG lived in a folded rose,

LJ A petty and dainty aristocrat,

With only a thought for her gaudy clothes,

Pier scarlet cloak and her velvet hat. Her poor relations, the busy ants,

She saw go busily travelling past, And wondered much &quot; why the common herd

Always hurried so why they walked so fast ; She never did.&quot; In her folded rose

She moved about with languid grace,

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