SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS. 227 



WEEPING WILLOW.— FoKSAKEN. 



All that it hoped, 



My heart believed ; 

 And when most trusting, 



Was most deceived. 

 A shadow has fallen 



O'er my young years ; 

 And hopes, when brightest, 



Are quenched in tears. 



Mrs. Jamieson. 



But thou, where'er thy choice may lead, 



Unmindful of the wreck it makes, 

 One heart shall follow thee witl^rayer, 



And bless thee while for thee it breaks. 



Da Ponte. 



SORROWFUL GERANIUM.— Sorrow! UL Remembrances. 



But can I answer back, 

 When all my thoughts are of the changed, the dead — 

 When I can feel no more the radiance shed 



O'er youth and hope's bright track ? 

 Alas ! thy looks but thrill my heart to meet 

 All the past glances that were once so sweet. 



Farewell ! I love thy tone, 

 Thy cheerful smile, as one would love to see 

 The sunlight gilding river, hill, and tree. 



Though his own path were lone ; 

 But cast thy bright hopes on another's shrine, 

 They mingle not with drooping thoughts like mine. 



L. H. 



BUTTER CUPS.— Riches. 



Thou'lt be so rich that thou shalt dine on pearls, 

 Breakfast on rubies, and on guineas sup ; 



Yet all thy life the sport of laughing girls. 

 And fori^ed at la«t to give thy treasures up. 



