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Rh Such as ye are should inherit—

Be ye strong even in your meekness.

Born were ye to these strange uses,

To brief joy and crushing ill,

To small good and great abuses;

Yet oh, yield not, till they kill.

The stag wounded runneth steady

With his blood in streams a-gushing;

Soul and spirit, be ye ready

For the arrows toward ye rushing.

SPIRIT OF THE FLOWERS.

SPIRIT OF THE MOUNTAIN STREAM.

Bathe thy pale face in the flood

Which overflows this crystal fountain,

Then to rouse thy sluggish blood,

Seek its source far up the mountain.

Note thou how the stream doth sing

Its soft carol, low and light,