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And Hawthorn's early blooms appear, 
Like youthful hope upon life's year. 
Drayton. 
Gay was the love of paradise he drew 
And pictured in his fancy ; he did dwell 
Upon it till it had a life ; he threw 
A tint of heaven athwart it — who can tell 
The yearnings of his heart, the charm, the spell, 
That bound him to that vision ? 
Percival. 
LovE-LiES-BLEEDixG....J)e5e?'/ecZ Love. 
Tnis beautiful emblem of love, wounded and bereaved 
l>y fiite, is a species of Amarauthus. The flower is of 
a roJdish-purple hue, which circumstance suggests its 
name. 
A single rose is shedding 
Its lovely lustre meek and pale : 
It looks as planted by despair — 
So white, so faint — the slightest gale 
Might whirl the leaves on high. j 
Byron. ^ 
And on with many a step of pain, 
Our weary race is sadly run ; 
And still, as on we plod our way, 
"We find, as life's gay dreams depart, 
To close our being's troubled day. 
Naught left us but a broken heart. 
Percival. 
