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Rh HEART'S-EASE.

UNTIMELY LOVE.

Peace, throbbing heart, nor let us shed one tear

O'er this late love's unseasonable glow;

Sweet as a violet blooming in the snow.

The posthumous offspring of the widowed year

That smells of March when all the world is sere,

And, while around the hurtling sea-winds blow—

Which twist the oak and lay the pine tree low-

Stands childlike in the storm and has no fear.