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VmiTE POPPY.— Sleep of the Heart. 



Sleep, heart of mine, 



Why should love awake thee ? 

 Like yon closed rosebud. 



To thy rest betake thee. 

 Waken, heart of mine, 



From such dangerous Sleeping ; 

 Love's haunted visions 



Surely end in weeping. 



Miss Landon. 



PERUVLIN HELIOTROPE.— Devotion. 



Thou wast that all to me, love. 



For which my soul did pine; 

 A green isle in the sea, lov.e, 



A fountain and a shrine, 

 All wreathed round about with flowers — 



And the flovv-ers they all were mine. 



E. A. PoE. 



My love has never sought reward, 'twas joy enough for me 

 To pass my life in loneliness, and cherish thoughts of thee. 



Mrs. Embukt. 

 If to feel the deep devotion 

 Of a pilgrim at a shrine. 

 If to weep with fond emotion 

 Be to love thee, I am thine. 

 If to treasure every token, 



Every look, and every sign, 

 Every light word thou hast spoken 

 Be to love thee, I am thine. 



Mrs. V. E. Howard. 



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SENSITIVE PLANT.— Delicate Feelings. 



Hearts 



Whose beatings are too gentle for the world. 



— Wiuja. 



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