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    ness because its opposite produces debasemenj . , Th * 8 no security no satisfaction , but in ttuth : the prjiicii ^ ii ^^ . . differently developed in two different persons ; btft thegpjip&pfe itself must be the same in . both . If love is to hay ^ ajgjnrand permanent basis , that basis niust be truth ; and truth jjMSSrosfstent only With freedom and intelligence . When Art attaj *'* that point at which it can tut * cessfully hide feelings , it is noMwy remote from that at which it can affect them . He that wouhM 1 **? * home , not a harem—a home where his heart may rest in rirnsecurity- —to which in age , infirmity , disappointment and distoro * , he may come , and still find the Hesperian fruit hanging in golden clusters—must bring to that home a being free as himself , intelligent as himself , who will reciprocate his feelings , sustain his energies , because she has feelings as free and energies as noble as his own—who will concede to love , not crouch to law—who can answer his affection with sympathy , not subserviency—and who will resent and resist treachery and tyranny just in proportion as she herself abhors their practice . '—Vol . i . pp . 317—820 .

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    The fresh green leaves are springing , And the joyous lark is singing 'Mid the blue skies ; And the primrose lifts its head O'er the soft and mossy bed Where the violet lies . And the bee hath left her cell , To crouch within the bell Of hyacinth blue ;

    And the daisy , flow ' ret sweet . Is springing at my feet , All wet with dew . Season of sun and showers ! Thy ever-varying hours Of light and gloom , To me are dearer far , Than summer ' s golden star , And rosy bloom . How like my heart art thou 1 With smiles encircled now .

    And now with tears : Oh ! His a changeful thing , A turbid , mingled spring Of hopes and fears . But not again , like thine , Shall its frail flowers entwine , They ' re withering fast ; No more shall freshening dews , Their balmy life infuse ; Its spring is past ! KathlJBN * . . .. ^

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    SPRING SONG .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1834, page 303, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2632/page/75/