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And the holly nestled o'er it
 Through the weary winter's day,
Till the sky was bright and glowing,
 And the storm had passed away.
There are some in Life's wide garden,
 Who, with chilling look and tone,
'Mid the sweets that bloom around them
 Seem to wander on alone.

Pause, oh mortals! ere ye judge them;
 For ye know not but may dwell
Kindly thought and noble feeling
 Deep within their bosom's cell.
Like the holly, 'neath their coldness
 There may lurk a vein of gold,
Which, when sought by helpless sorrow,
 Priceless treasure shall unfold.
H. A.