ploea’s album. 
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Hydrangea. 
A plant, the flowers of which are of a changeahle hue. 
HEARTLESSNESS. 
Tes, farewell! farewell forever! 
Thou thyself hast fixed our doom, 
Bade hope^s sweetest blossom wither, 
Never more for me to bloom. 
“ Euforgiving ” thou hast called me, 
Didst thou ever say “ forgive ” ? 
Eor the wretch whose wiles enthralleC thee. 
Thou didst seem alone to live. 
Wrapt in dreams of joy abiding, 
On thy breast my head hath lain; 
In thy love and truth confiding, 
Bliss I cannot know again. 
He in whom my soul delighted, 
Erom his heart my image drove, 
With contempt my love requited, 
And preferred a wanton’s love. 
But, farewell! — I ’ll not upbraid thee, 
Never, never wish thee ill; 
Wretched though thy crimes have made me. 
If thou canst, — be happy still. i 
