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CURE FOR THE HEARTACHE. 259 
YAEROW. 
Achillea Millefolium. 
Language CURE FOE. THE HEARTACHE. 
I SAID, " You know you must have known 
I long have loved loved you alone, 
But cannot know how dearly." 
I told her, if my hopes were crossed, 
My every aim in life was lost : 
She knew I spoke sincerely. ^ 
She answered, as I breathless dwelt 
Upon her words, and would have knelt, 
" Nay, move not thus the least ; 
You have you long have had " " Say on. 
Sweet girl ! Thy heart ? " " your foot upoii 
The flounce of my hattiste.** 
Hoffman. 
All love may be expelled by other love. 
As poisons ar by poisons. 
Detdek. 
But loved he never after ? Came there none 
To roll the stone from his sepulchral heart. 
And sit in it an angel ? 
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