14 flora’s dial. 
Jatraarn 15. 
MARIGOLD. — Pain. 
Where on earth is the truth that may vie 
With woman’s love and long constancy ? 
Her eye may grow dim, her cheek grow pale. 
But tell they not both the same fond tale ? 
Love’s lights have fled from her eye and cheek, 
To burn and die on the heart they seek. 
Alas ! that so often the grave should be 
The seal of woman’s fidelity ! Miss Landon. 
January 16 . 
YARROW. — The lieart-ache. 
Worn out ! — th£ heart seems like a ruined altar ; 
Where are the friends, and where the faith of 
yore? 
My eyes grow dim with tears, — my footsteps falter, 
Thinking of those whom I can love no more ! 
We change, and others change, — while recollection 
Would fain renew what it can but recall. 
Dark are my dreams, and weary my affection, 
And cold my hopes, — and yet I felt them all 
A long while ago ! 
Miss Landon. 
