26 FLORA’S DIAL. 
iTebraarti 10. 
HAWTHORN. — Hope. 
And it is not a dream of a fancy proud, 
With a fool for its dull begetter ; 
There ’s a voice at the heart, that proclaims aloud, 
Ye were born to possess the better ! 
And that Voice of the Heart, 0 ye may believe, — 
Will never the Hope of the Soul deceive ! 
Schiller. 
irebrnaru 11. 
CYPRESS. — Mourning 
Lady dear ! this history 
Is thy fated lot, 
Ever such thy watching 
Eor what cometh not, 
Till with anxious waiting dull, 
Bound thee fades the beautiful ; 
Still thou seekest on, though weary, 
Seeking still in vain ; 
Daylight deepens into twilight ; 
What has been thy gain ? 
Death and night are closing round 
All that thou hast sought, — unfound ! 
Landon. 
