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DESPONDENCY. 95 
GERANIUM, DARK. 
Pelargonium Triste. 
Language DESPONDENCY. 
Thou who silently art weeping, 
Thou of faded lip and brow, 
Golden harvests for thy reaping 
Wave before thee even now. 
Fortune may be false and fickle 
Should you, therefore, pause and weep ? 
Taking in thy hand the sickle. 
Enter in the field and reap. 
Though the garden, famed Elysian, 
May be shut from thee by fate, 
Thou hast yet a holier mission 
Than to linger at the gate. 
Brightest visions from thy pillow 
' May have vanished ; still thou'rt blest, 
While th^waves of time's rough billows 
Wash the shores of endless rest. 
Alice Caret. 
Sit down, sad soul, and count 
The moments flying: 
Come, tell the sad amount 
That's lost by sighing. 
How many smiles ? A score ? 
Then laugh and count no more, 
For day is dying! tenxtsox. 
- (Q) 
