FLORA’S DIAL. 41 
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WHITE YIOLET. — Innocence. 
Behold the lilies on the tide, 
Gleaming amid their glossy leaves ; 
Sheba’s fair queen, in all her pride, 
Was not arrayed like one of these. 
Meet emblems, Love, are they of thee, 
With thy pure brew, and shining hair, — 
But plainer in thy mind , I see 
A living likeness, dwelling there ! 
H. J. H. 
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WALNUT. — Presentiment. 
A deep and mighty shadow 
Across my heart is thrown, 
Like a cloud on a summer meadow, 
Where the thunder-wind hath blown ! 
The wild rose, Fancy, dieth, — 
The sweet bird, Memory, flieth, — 
I shall be left alone ! 
