FLORA’S DIAL. 11 
Jamtarg 0. 
LAVENDER. — Distrust. 
When first, with all a lover’s pride, 
I woo’d and won thee for my bride, 
I little thought that thou could’st be 
i Estranged as now thou art from me ! 
That love so true and so intense, 
As that within my bosom 'glowed, 
| Should meet with cold indifference ! 
And I along life’s weary road, 
By her whom I was proud to call mine own, 
Be left to journey on, uncared for, and alone ! 
Anon. 
Jamtarg 10. 
DEAD LEAVES. — My love has ended. 
And this is woman’s fate ! 
All her affections are called into life 
By winning flatteries, and then thrown back 
Upon themselves to perish ; and her heart, 
Her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, 
Is left to bleed or break ! 
Miss Land on. 
