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 Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief? Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold? Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding grief? Pour blessings round thee like a shower of gold! 'Tis when the rose is wrapped in many a fold Close to its heart, the worm is wasting there Its life and beauty; not when all unrolled, Leaf after leaf, its bosom rich and fair Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air.

Carlos Wilcox.

There blend the ties that strengthen Our hearts in hours of grief, The silver links that lengthen Joy's visits when most brief! Then dost thou sigh for pleasure? Oh, do not widely roam! But seek that hidden treasure At Home, dear Home!

Bernard Barton.