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iOecmter 23. 
BEAR’S BREACH. — Misery. 
I often wish that thou wert dead, 
And I beside thee calmly sleeping ; 
Since love is o’er and passion fled, 
And life has nothing worth our keeping ! 
No ! common souls can bear decline 
Of all that throb’d them once so high ; 
But hearts that beat like thine, and mine, 
Must still love on, — love on or die. 
To see that eye so cold and still, 
Which once could melt with mine in bliss,— 
No ! no ! I cannot bear the chill, — 
Hate, burning hate, were heaven to this ! 
Moore. 
December 24. 
CHRYSANTHEMUM. — Cheerfulness in adversity. 
When the gladdening sunlight of joy is fled, 
And troubles are gathering dark overhead, 
Your spirit will sweetly repose in His love, 
Whose strength all the powers of earth cannot move ; 
And, sheltered serenely from sorrow and pain, 
Look with smiles on the storm and the falling rain. 
Miss Larcom. 
