58 flora’s dial. 
<April Iff. 
HONEY ELOWER. — Secret Love. 
Why should I blush to own I love ? 
5 T is love that rules the realms above. 
Why should I blush to say to all, 
That Virtue holds my heart in thrall ? 
Is it weakness thus to dwell 
On passion that I dare not tell ? 
Such weakness I would ever prove ! 
3 T is painful, though ’t is sweet, to love. 
Kirk White. 
April 20. 
WITHERED ROSE. — Departed Loveliness. 
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, 
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly ; 
A flower that dies, when first it ’gins to bud ; 
A brittle glass, that ’s broken presently j 
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, 
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. 
Shakspeare. 
