FLORA’S DIAL. 131 
September S3. 
GUELDER ROSE. — Young when old. 
Clap your hands ! Clap your hands ! 
Now are broken all the bands 
Of dull forms and phantom power, 
That would prevent us doing 
What joy would wish to do, — 
For out of manhood’s ruin, 
We are growing, hour by hour, 
Happy children too ! 
R. M. Milnes. 
September 80. 
* BLUE BELL. — Solitude. 
The winds and woods, with sullen wail, 
Tell all the same unvaried tale ; 
I ’ve none to smile when I am free, 
Or when I sigh, to sigh with me. 
It is not that my lot is low 
That bids this silent tear to flow ; 
It is not grief that bids me moan, 
It is that I am all alone : 
H. R. White. 
