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Adonis ...— Sorrowful remembrances. 
Tears, idle tears, — I know not what they mean, 
Tears from the depth of some divine despair 
Rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes, 
In looking on the happy autumn fields, 
And thinking of the days that are no more. 
Jennyson. 
..-. JANUARY 4 . —.- 
Acanthus - ---- Artifice. 
What’s the bent brow, or neck in thought reclin’d? 
The body’s wisdom to conceal the mind. 
A man of sense can artifice disdain, 
As man of wealth may venture to go plain. 
Young, 
JANUARY 
Secret love. 
Acacia (Yellow) 
Indeed, true gladness doth not always speak : 
Joy bred and born but in the tongue is weak. 
J3en jJohnson. 
Not one sigh shall tell my story. 
Not one tear my cheek shall stain 
Silent grief shall be my glory —■ 
Grief that stoops not to complain. 
Mrs. Robinson. 
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