16 FLORA’S DIAL. 
Jcmtwrg 20. 
SNOW-DROP. — Hope in Sorrow . 
Oh, weary heart ! Oh, slumbering eyes ! 
Oh, drooping soul, whose destinies 
Are fraught with fear and pain,— 
Ye shall be loyed again ! 
No one is so accursed by Fate, 
No one so utterly desolate, 
But some heart, though unknown, 
Responds unto his own ; 
Responds, as if with unseen wings, 
An angel touched its quivering strings, 
And whispers in its song, 
“ Where hast thou staid so long ? ” 
Longfellow. 
Jcmuani 21. 
SOUTHERNWOOD. — Bantering. 
So lady, take this simple lay, 
And, if you find a meaning there, 
0, whisper to your glass, and say, 
u What wonder if he thinks me fair ? ” 
Tennyson. 
