FLORA’S dial. 81 
Irnxe 0. 
THYME. — Activity. 
I am not old, — though years have east 
Their shadows on my way; 
' I am not old,—though youth has passed, 
On rapid wings away. 
Tor in my heart a fountain flows, 
And round it pleasant thoughts repose; 
And sympathies, and feelings high, 
Spring like stars on evening’s sky. 
Park Benjamin. 
Mnnz 10. 
POMEGRANATE. — Foolishness. 
A cold, calm star looked out of heaven, 
And smiled upon a tranquil lake, 
Where, pure as angel’s dream at even, , 
A Lily lay hut half awake. 
The flower felt that fatal smile, 
And lowlier howed her conscious head, j 
“ Why does he gaze on me the while ? ” 
The light, deluded lily said. 
Poor dreaming flower ! too soon beguiled, 
She cast not thought nor look elsewhere, 
2lse she had known the star but smiled, 
To see himself reflected there. Mrs. Osgood. 
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