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W hen varied blooms of richer dyes 
Unfolded to the sun’s warm ray. 
To me thy yet surviving bloom 
And ling’ring sweetness can recall 
Hearts which, unchilled by gath’ring gloom, 
Can meekly live and love through all. 
From such, in seasons dark and drear, 
Immortal hopes of noblest worth, 
Feelings and thoughts to virtue dear, 
Gush like the dying fragrance forth, 
And fling a holier charm around 
Than prosp’rous hours could ever know ; 
For Rapture’s smile less fair is found 
Than that which Patience lends to Woe ! 
THE HERB BRYONY. 
ANON. 
Some flowers there are, with potent charm, 
Which seek not the protecting arm 
Or fence of trees above ; 
Like those proud hearts, whose dauntless mien 
No kindred breast on which to lean, 
Asks, — nor exchange of love. 
