flora’s dial. 157 
Noomber 24. 
BARK GERANIUM. — Melancholy . 
The bell is pealing, 
And every feeling 
Within me responds 
To the dismal knell ; 
Shadows are trailing, 
My heart is bewailing, 
And tolling within, 
Like a funeral bell. 
Longfellow. 
November 25. 
NUTMEG GERANIUM. — I shall never see him . 
My peace is gone ! 
My heart is sore ! 
I never shall find it, 
No, never more ! 
There is my grave, — 
Where he is not ! 
And all the world, 
One bitter thought ! Goethe. 
