What radiance do I see?
What color-wave outflows,
Making the wilderness rejoice
And blossom like the rose?
From sea to sea it pours,
From east to western strands,
Softening the stern Atlantic shores,
Brightening Pacific sands.
The South-land grows more sweet;
By broad blue Northern lakes,
Fair as auroral flushes fleet
The fragrant flower-tide breaks.
Our fertile vales make room
For this benignant grace;
The prairie’s wealth of native bloom
Gladly to this gives place.
O, lovely enterprise,
Refining where it goes,
Making the wilderness rejoice
And blossom as the rose!
—VIRGINIA WESTWOOD.
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“Only the Scars Remain,”
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Says HENRY HUDSON, of the James Smith Woolen Machinery Co., Philadelphia,
Pa., who certifies as follows:
“Among the many testimonials which I see in regard to certain medicines
performing cures, cleansing the blood, etc., none impress me more than
=my own case=. Twenty years ago, at the age of 18 years, I had swellings
come on my legs, which broke and became =running sores=. Our family
physician could do me no good, and it was feared that the bones would be
affected. At last, my good old