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Peace.

Charity.

Divine Providence.

Religion.

What is Life ?

The Advent of Spring. -

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The Advent of Spring. The groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop cold That trembles not to kisses of the bee; Come, Spring! for now from all the dripping eaves The spear of ice has wept itself away, And hour by hour unfolding woodbine leaves O'er his uncertain shadow droops the day. She comes The loosen'd rivulets run The frost-bead melts upon her golden hair; Her mantle, slowly greening in the Sun, Now wraps her close, now arching leaves her bare To breaths of balmier air; Come Spring! She comes on waste and wood, On farm and field; but enter also here, Diffuse thyself at will thro' all my blood, And tho' thy violet sicken into sere, Lodge with me all the year I"

The Shamrock.

A Poet's Vision.

LOCAL INDUSTRIES.

CORRIS.

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