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CONSTANCY. 
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BELL FLOWER. 
Campanula. 
Language CONSTANCY. 
Say, shall I love the fading beauty less, 
Whose spring-tide radiance has been wholly mine ? 
No come what will, thy steadfast truth I'll bless ; 
In youth, in age, thine own forever thine. 
A. A. Watts. 
Then come the wild weather, come sleet, or come snow. 
We will stand by each other however it blow. 
Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain 
Shall be to our true love as links to the chain. 
LOXOFKLLOHT. 
0, think not less I love thee, 
That our paths are parted now ; 
For the stars that burn above thee 
Are not truer than my vow ; 
As the fragrance from the blossom, 
As the moon unto the night. 
Our love is to my bosom 
Its loveliness and light. 
O, think not less I love thee. 
That thy hand I thus resign ; 
In the heaven that bends above thee 
I will claim thee yet as mine. 
Through the vision of life's morning 
Ever flitted one like thee ; 
And thou, life's lapse adorning, 
Shalt hence that vision be. 
W. D. Gallagher. 
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