88 flora’s dial. 
Suite 25. 
HOLLY-HOCK. — Ambition. 
The vain desires which animate mankind, 
The yearning after wealth, and power, and fame, 
To these, — oh ! let me evermore he blind, 
And seek for heaven, not earth, to gain a name. 
Be mine the bliss to dry the orphan’s tear, 
To guide the wandering, succor the distressed ; 
And find thus, better than a victor’s crown, 
The consciousness of Bight within my breast. 
J. L. Ordway. 
Suite 28. 
SWEET SCABIOUS. — Widowhood . 
Like lamps in Eastern sepulchres, 
Amid my heart’s deep gloom, 
Affection sheds its holiest light 
Upon my husband’s tomb. 
And as those lamps, if brought once more 
To upper air, grow dim, 
So my soul’s love is cold, and dead, 
Unless it glow for him. 
Mrs. Embury. 
