234 SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS. 



AMARANTH.— Unfading Love. 

 Is not our love unchanging ? let us wreath 

 The deathless Amaranth to deck our brow, 

 And through all ills of this most stormy life, 

 Lift up our thoughts to that eternal clime 

 Where Love shall put off mourning hues, and glow 

 In the bright robes of immortality. 



L. H. 

 I love thee, yet I do not weep 



That thou art mine no more, 

 I mourn thee, yet my feelmgs sleep 



In silence as before. 

 A common loss might tears bewail, 



But not a loss like thine, 

 And words might soothe Love's fancied tale, 

 But not a love like mine. 



M. J. Jewsbukt. 



SWEET PEA.— Departure. 



Let me weave a wreath for thee, 



Of the delicate sweet pea ; 



With its winged petals bright, 



Ever whispering of flight. 



Like thy tone, I must depart, 



Thrilling on my eager heart, 



While thy glad return to me 



Linked with parting still must be. L. H. 



HAREBELL.— Submission. 

 I SHALL not blame thee, I shall only die ! 



Hernanl 



LILY. — Purity and Stateliness. 

 Pure art thou, Lily, in thy robe of snow, 

 Imaging queenly forms that round us glow ; 

 Beautiful spirits, linked with visions high. 

 Breathing the fragrance of their native sky. 



L. H. 



