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E. H. HOUGHTON, M.A.
Orford and London:
JAMES PARKER AND CO.
280. n. 216.
I HOVER With unsettled wing,
And pluck a branch from bygone time,
And bear it with me to a clime That ever shews a budding spring.
I plant it in a likely ground,
And watch it with unsleeping care; And pray the blighting breath to spare, The sun to shed its beams around:
And well they do, and in return
To me it brings both fruit and flower; And to a troubled mind the power All meaner things to pass and spurn.
But yet it brings nor flower nor fruit
To him that will not court its shade; For him alone its beauty made
Who loves to tend its earliest shoot;