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HYACINTH, PURPLE. Clan 6. Order 1. Corolan- 



SORROW. 



A Hyacinth lifted its purple bell 



From the slender leaves around it ; 



It curved its cup in a flowing swell, 



And a starry circle crowned it ; 



The deep blue tincture that robed it seemed 



The gloomiest garb of sorrow, 



As if on its eye no brightness beamed, 



And it never in clearer moments dreamed 



Of a fair and calm to-morrow. 



Percival. 



SENTIMENT 



When the cold breath of sorrow is sweeping 



O'er the chords of the youthful heart, 

 And the earnest eye, dimmed with strange weeping, 



Sees the visions of fancy depart; 

 When the bloom of young feeling is dying, 



And the heart throbs with passion's fierce strife, 

 When our sad days are wasted in sighing, 



Who then can find sweetness in life? 



Mrs. Embury. 



ANSWER. 



That heart, methinks, 



Were of strange mould, which kept no cherished print 

 Of earlier, happier times, when life was fresh, 

 And love and innocence made holyday: 

 Or, that owned 



No transient sadness, when a dream, a glimpse 

 Of fancy touched past joys. 



Hillhouu. 



