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Of sweetness and of beauty, but the root— A healing power dwells there; fragrant and fair, But dwelling still in some beloved shade. Is not this woman's emblem?—she whose smile Should only make the loveliness of home— Who seeks support and shelter from man's heart, And pays it with affection quiet, deep,— And in his sickness—sorrow—with an aid He did not deem in aught so fragile dwelt. Alas! this has not been my destiny. Again I'll borrow Summer's eloquence. Yon Eastern tulip—that is emblem mine; Ay! it has radiant colours—every leaf Is as a gem from its own country's mines. 'Tis redolent with sunshine; but with noon It has begun to wither:—look within,