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 THE DEACON S TRIAL. 221

Meanwhile, just where the Northern sun

Saluted first the Southern stone, And Tuscan straw had lain a while,

There sprang to light a flower unknown

So wondrous fair, so vaguely sweet, One could not choose to pass it by,

That gay fair foreigner that came

Where all was strange except the sky.

And now, from peasant s humble door

To palace-gardens, everywhere, That sunny bloom broadcast is seen

That came unwittingly &quot;with care:&quot;

And so, I think, when great events March grandly on, we creatures small

May comfort take, remembering &quot; With care &quot; is written over all.

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I NEVER will forgive him no ; I m mighty sure of that !&quot; So saying, Deacon Jacob Jones

Took off his Sunday hat, And smoothed it with his handkerchief,

As he was wont to do, Staring upon its faded shine As he would stare it through.

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