108 flora’s dial. 
August G. 
SARDONY. — Invitation. 
Come, loved one, come ! thy fears forsake, — 
My heart could ne’er dissemble, — 
The day is sleeping, — Love ’s awake ; 
What ’s here should make thee tremble ? 
Come, loved one, come ! Anon. 
August 7. 
8AINTFOIN. — Trust in God. 
Trust in God ! 
Thou forlorn one, cease thy moan ; 
All thy pain, and all thy sorrow, 
Are to God the highest known. 
He leaves thee now, but helps tomorrow. 
Trust in God ! 
Hold to God ! 
The blows He deals in love are given, 
That thy soul’s health may better fare ; 
So mayst thou know the fear of heaven. 
Confide in Ilis paternal care. 
Hold to God ! Ulrich. 
