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September 3. 
HEPATICA. — Confidence. 
The bird 
Let loose, to his far home will flee ; 
And love though breathed but on a word, 
Will find thee over land and sea. 
Though clouds across the sky have driven, 
We trust the star at last will shine, 
And like the very light of Heaven 
I trust thy love. Trust thou in mine . Willis. 
September 4. 
HOYA. — Sculpture. 
Her brow is white and low, her cheeks’ pure dye 
Like twilight, rosy still with the set sun ; 
Short upper lip, — sweet lips ! that make us sigh 
Ever to have seen such ; — for she is one 
Eit for the model of a statuary, — 
A race of mere imposters, when all ’s done 
I Ve seen much finer women, ripe and real, 
Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal ! 
Byron. 
