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September 20. 
CHINA PINK. — Aversion. 
As a low trailing vine, 
Hath round a young tree twined, 
And with its slender tendrils, 
Sought the proud tree to bind, — 
Till the wild tempest came, 
And tore it from its side, 
And all along the earth 
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It darkly, sadly died, — 
So the winds of scorn and pride, 
Have swept my heart from thine, 
And though I die without thee, 
Thou never shalt be mine ! 
J. W. H. 
September 21. 
CORN. — Quarrel. 
I will not ask thee to return 
Each gage d 1 amour or lover’s token, 
Which I had given thee, before 
The links between us had been broken. 
They were not much, — but oh, that brooch ! 
If for my sake thou ’st deigned to save it, 
For that at least I must encroach ; 
It was n’t mine, although I gave it ! Anon. 
