FLOKA’S ALBUM. 79 
Kightshade. 
A plant of rose-colored flowers, growing in damp and 
shady places. 
DARK THOUGHTS. 
I lOTed, — but those I loved are gone ; 
Had friends, — my early friends are fled: 
How cheerless feels the heart alone, 
When all its former hopes are dead! 
Though gay companions o’er the bowl 
Dispel awhile the sense of ill. 
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul. 
The heart — the heart is lonely still. 
How dull to hear the voice of those 
Whom Rank or Chance, whom Wealth or Power, 
Have made, though neither friends nor foes, 
Associates of the festive hour! 
Pain would I fly the haunts of men, — 
, I seek to shun — not hate mankind; 
My breast requires the sullen glen, 
Whose gloom may suit a darkened mind. 
Oh that to me the wings were given 
. Which bear the turtle to her nest! 
Then would I cleave the vault of heaven, 
To flee away and be at rest. 
Btron. 
