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woman's love. 183 
PINK, RED. 
Dianthus Rubeus. 
Language WOMAN'S LOVE. 
To clieer thy sickness, watch thy health 
Partake, but,never waste thy wealth 
Or stand with smiles unmurmuring by, 
And lighten half thy poverty ! 
Byeon. 
All day, like some sweet bird, content to sing 
. In its small cage, she moveth to and fro ; 
And ever and anon will upward spring 
To her sweet lips, fresh from the fount below, 
The murmured melody of pleasant thought, 
Light household duties, evermore inwrought 
With pleasant fancies of one trusting heart. 
That lives but in her smile, and ever turns 
To be refreshed where one pure altar burns ; 
Shut out from hence the mockery of life. 
Thus liveth she content, the meek, fond; trusting wife. 
Mks. E. Oakes Smith. 
Thou wast my nurse in sickness, and my comforter in 
health ; 
So gentle and so constant, when our love was all our 
wealth ; 
Thy voice of music soothed me, love, in each desponding 
hour, 
As heaven's honey-dew consoles the bruised and broken 
flower. 
Albert Fikb. 
