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All down the rocky slope is spread
   Thy veil of rosy snow,
And in the valley by the brook,
   Thy deeper blossoms grow.
The barren wilderness grows fair,
   Such beauty dost thou give;
And human eyes and Nature's heart
   Rejoice that thou dost live.

Each year I wait thy coming, dear,
   Each year I love thee more,
For life grows hard, and much I need
   Thy honey for my store.
So, like a hungry bee, I sip
   Sweet lessons from thy cup,
And sitting at a flower's feet,
   My soul learns to look up.

No laurels shall I ever win,
   No splendid blossoms bear,
But gratefully receive and use
   God's blessed sun and air;
And, blooming where my lot is cast
   Grow happy and content,
Making some barren spot more fair,
   For a humble life well spent.

"She wrote it herself! I can't believe it!" said Emily, as she put down the paper, looking rather startled, for she did believe it, and felt as if she had suddenly looked into a fellow-creature's heart. "I thought her just an ordinary girl, and here she is a poet, writing verses that make me want to cry! I don't suppose they are very good, but they seem to come right out of her heart, and touch me with the longing and the patience or the piety in them. Well,