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TO THE MEMORY OF "ANNIE," WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, i860.

"Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou ? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him. Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him." — John xx. 15.

T N the fair gardens of celestial peace

Walketh a Gardener in meekness clad ; Fair are the flowers that wreathe his dewy locks, And his mysterious eyes are sweet and sad.

Fair are the silent foldings of his robes, Falling with saintly calmness to his feet ;

And when he walks, each floweret to his will With living pulse of sweet accord doth beat

Every green leaf thrills to its tender heart, In the mild summer radiance of his eye ;