flora’s album. 
15 
Bay Leaf. 
“ The same through all its little life, — 
It changes hut in dying.” — G. W. Doane. 
I CHANGE BET IN DYING. 
I change hut in dying, — I ’ll he faithful till death ; 
I will guard thee with care from pollution’s foul 
breath; 
I promise that ne’er in neglect thou shalt pine; 
I change but in dying, — say, wilt thou be mine ? 
I come not with riches, good fortune ne’er blest me, 
Yet she of less worth, — AKss-fortune carest me; 
The light of true love o’er thy pathway shall shine; 
I change but in dying, — say, wilt thou be mine ? 
I change but in dying, and no holier vow 
Erom lips mortal e’er came than I breathe to thee 
now; 
It comes from a heart, with love for thee sighing; 
Believe me, ’t is true, —I change but in dying. 
John S. Adams. 
