FLOEA’S ALBUM. 
Pine, Spruce. 
■ HOPE IN ADYEKSITY. 
Wliat though from life’s bounties thou mayst have 
fallen? 
And what though thy sun in dark clouds may 
have set? 
There is a bright star that illumes yon horizon, 
It telleth thee loudly, — “ There’s hope for thee 
yet.” 
This earth may look dull, old friends may forsake 
thee. 
And sorrows that never before thou hast met 
May roll o’er thy head, yet the bright star before 
thee 
Shines to remind thee, — “ There’s hope for thee 
yet.” 
’T is but foUy to mourn, though fortune disdain 
thee. 
Though never so darkly thy sun may have set; 
’T is wisdom to gaze at the bright star before thee, 
And shout as you gaze, — “ There is hope for me 
yet.” 
John S. .^dams. 
