72 flora’s album. 
Moss. 
“ Why should she cling so fondly to thy breast ? " 
Go, ask the moss, on which thy foot is pressed. 
rEiTiiioF’s Saqa. (Swedish.) 
MATERNAL LOVE. 
Love, that watched my early years 
With conflicting hopes and fears ; 
Love, that through life’s flowery May 
Led my childhood, prone to stray; 
Love, that still directs my youth 
With the constancy of Truth, 
Heightens every bliss it shares, 
Softens and divides the cares. 
Smiles away my light distress. 
Weeps for joy or tenderness; — 
May that love to latest age. 
Cheer my earthly pilgrimage; 
May that love, o’er death victorious. 
Rise beyond the grave more glorious ; 
Souls, united here, would he • 
One to aU eternity. MoNiaoMEEr. 
Ere yet her child has drawn its earliest breath, 
A mother’s love begins; it glows till death, — 
Lives before life,—with death not dies, — but seems 
The very substance of immortal dreams. 
