Phlox Maculata. 
OXTR SOULS ARE UNITED. 
They were together night and day 
Through all their early years, — 
Had the same fancies, feelings, thoughts, 
Joys, sorrows, hopes, and fears ; 
They had a fellowship of smiles, 
A fellowship of tears. 
If one were gay, through both, their hearts 
The tide of rapture rushed; 
If one were sad, the voice of joy 
In both their hearts was hushed; 
Tea, all their thoughts and sympathies 
Erom the same fountain gushed. 
There is a mystic thread of life, 
So dearly wreathed with mine alone. 
That Destiny’s relentless knife 
At once must sever both or none! 
BrEON. 
