260 SORROW. 
YEW, 
Taxus. 
Language SOEROW. 
Alas for my weary and care-liaunted bosom ! 
The spells of the spring time arouse it no more ; 
The song in the wildwood, the sheen in the blossom, 
The fresh-swelling fountain their magic is o'er ! 
When I list to the stream, when I look to the flowers, 
They tell of the past, with so mournful a tone. 
That I call up the throngs of my long-vanished hours, 
And sigh that their transports are over and gone. 
Willis G. Clakk. 
Sad are the sorrows that oftentimes come, 
Heavy and dull, and blighting and chill. 
Shutting the light from our heart and our home, 
Marring our hopes, and defying our will. 
But let us not sink beneath the woe ; 
'Tis well, perchance, we are tried and bowed ; 
For be sure, though we may not oft see it below, 
" There's a silver lining to every cloud." 
So many great 
Illustrious spirits have conversed with Woe, 
Have in her school been taught, as are enough 
To consecrate distress, and make ambition 
E'en wish the frown beyond the smile of fortune. 
TlIOMSOW. 
Through suffering and sorrow thou hast passed 
To show us what a woman true may be. 
J. K. Lowell. 
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