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THE LAUREL, IN WHOM HE PLACED ALL HIS JOY HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM HIM TO / ADORN HEAVEN.
That which in fragrance and in hue defied / The odoriferous and lucid East, / Fruits, flowers and herbs and leaves, and whence the West / Of all rare excellence obtain'd the prize, / My laurel sweet, which every beauty graced, / Where every glowing virtue loved to dwell, / Beheld beneath its fair and friendly shade / My Lord, and by his side my Goddess sit.
Still have I placed in that beloved plant / My home of choicest thoughts: in fire, in frost / Shivering or burning, still I have been bless'd.
The world was of her perfect honours full / When God, his own bright heaven therewith to grace, / Reclaim'd her for Himself, for she was his.
MACGREGOR.