A. o. GREER, Reportey.

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BY MRS. DR. C. g. WILSON. The fow'rs o'er which the frost has pass q, |, Again shall blossom never, The tree uptorn by lightning's blass Shall rise no more forever. And thus the wretch who never knows A glow of tender feeling, When mercy points out all its woes, The cause and curse reveaing- Shall find no gracious hand to rsnd The chains that fast have bound him. And see no light of glory blend Amid the. shades around him