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... ~evatl. BE STILL, POOR HEART.-BY MRS T. K. HAUVEy. BE STILL-be still, poor human Heart, Wbat fitful fever shakes thee now ? The earth's most lovely things depart- And what art thou? Thy Spring than earth's doth 8oonerfade, Thy blossoms first with poison fill; To sorrow born, for suffering made, Poor Heart I be still. Thou lookest to the clouds -they fleet; Thou turnest to the waves-they falter ...