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HOPE. 13 
ALMOND. FLOTORING. 
Amygddus, 
Language HOPE. 
The hope, in dreams of a happier hour, 
That ah'ghts on misery's brow, 
Springs out of the silvery almond flower 
That blooms on a leafless bough. 
MOOBB. 
Fear not, beloved ! though clouds may lower, 
Whilst rainbow visions melt away, 
Faith's holy star has still a power 
That may the deepest midnight sway. 
Fear not ! I take a prophet's tone : 
Our love can neither wane nor set ; 
My heart grows strong in trust : mine own, 
We shall be happy yet. 
What though long, anxious years have passed 
Since this true heart was vowed to thine. 
There comes, for us, a light at last. 
Whose beam upon our path shall shine. 
We who have loved 'midst doubts and fears. 
Yet never with one hour's regret. 
There comes a joy to gild our tears : 
We shall be happy yet ! 
Mbs. James Gbat 
Come, then, O care ! grief ! O woe ! 
O troubles ! mighty in your kind ; 
X have a balm ye ne'er can know 
A hopeful mind. 
F. Vajtb. 
