40 flora’s dial. 
JITartl) 12. 
MAPLE. — Reserve. 
And to be wroth with one we lore, 
Doth work like madness in the brain. 
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Neither will ever find another, 
To free the hollow heart from paining ; 
You ’ll stand aloof, the scars remaining, 
Like cliffs that have been rent asunder ; 
A dreary sea will flow between, 
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, 
Shall wholly do away, I ween, 
The marks of that which once hath been. 
Coleridge. 
Maxrt) IS. 
IYY. — Friendship. 
What though on Love’s altar the flame that is 
glowing 
Is brighter ? — yet Friendship’s is steadier far ! 
One wavers and turns with each breeze that is 
blowing, 
And is but a meteor, — the other ’s a star ! 
In youth Love’s light 
Bums warm and bright, 
But dies ere the winter of age be past, — 
While Friendship’s flame 
Burns ever the same, 
And glows but the brighter, the nearer its last ! 
