Send, O send the Bible there,
Let its precepts reach the heart,
She may then her children spare—
Act the mother's tender part.

B.

THE BLOSSOM.

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THE BLOSSOM.

Just now a fragile blossom grew,
Upon a lowly stem;
Its opening leaves disclos'd to view
A glitt'ring dewy gem.

Jane saw, and gently on her breast,
The tender flow'ret plac'd,
When lo! a rude and angry gust
Its beauties all effac'd.