278 FOETUNA FLORA. 



86. O ! as the bee upon the flower, I hung 

 Upon the honey of thy eloquent tongue. 



Bufaar. 



87. We never speak our deepest feelings ; 

 Our holiest hopes have no revealings 

 Save in the gleams that light the face, 

 Or fancies that the pen may trace ; 



Or when we use, like Love, the flowers 

 To mark our thoughts, as he the hours. 

 Mrs. Hale. 



38. The conflict is over, the struggle is past, 



I have looked, I have loved, I have worshipped my last ; 

 Now back to the world, and let Fate do her worst 

 On the heart that for thee such devotion hath nursed. 

 Chariot F. Hoffman. 



39. Whither my heart has gone, there follows my hand, 



and not elsewhere. 

 For, when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and 



illumines the pathway, 

 Many things are made clear, that else lie hidden in 



darkness. 



Longfellow. 



40. Not wholly can the heart unlearn 



The lesson of its better hours, 

 Nor yet has Time's dull footstep worn 

 To common dust that path of flowers. 



/. G. Whittier. 



41. The velvet couch and the gilded hall, 



Gay visions of pomp and power, 

 Art, fashion, and show, I would give you all 

 For a seat in my own wild bower. 



Miu Gould. 



42. If every drooping floweret had a soul, 

 And heavenly inspiration breathed from it, 

 And on each trembling leaf that bends to earth. 

 Bested an angel thought, instead of dew, 



This flower would then be like thee. 



Niebcuka Komedyia. 



