flora’s dial. 
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©richer 20. 
ROSE CAMPION. — Gentleness. 
Gladly they heed who their brightness hath given, 
Blooming on earth they look up into heaven ; 
Humbly look up from their lowliest bowers, — 
Live like the flowers ! 
Peacefully droop they when Autumn is sighing, 
Spreading mild fragrance around them when dying ; 
Sleep they in hope of Spring’s wakening hours ; — 
Die like the flowers ! 
Miss Larcom. 
©etcher 21. 
RANUNCULUS. — Fascination. 
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, 
Knowing thy heart, torment me with disdain ; 
Have put on black, and loving mourners be, 
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain ; 
And truly not the morning sun of heaven 
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, 
Nor that full star, that ushers in the even, 
Doth half that glory to the sober west, 
As those two starry eyes become thy face. 
Shakspeare. 
