1 JULY 1893, Page 24

POETRY.

THE DEW'S GIFT.

THE spider works with wit and will, She frames her wheel and she is sped ; But 'tie the dew's gift, not her skill, That hangs with diamonds every thread.- With pains and patience we no less Shape out our lives, but yet allow That all our brightest happiness Is sent from Heaven, we know not how.

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