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lltlg 10. 
BELL-FLOWER. — Constancy. 
She lores him yet! 
The flower the fiklse one gave her 
When last he oame, 
Is still with her wild tears wet. 
She ’ll ne’er’forget, 
Howe’er his faith may waver, 
Through grief and shame, 
Believe it, — she loves him yet! 
Mrs. Osgood. 
fnlg 17. 
BILBERRY. — Treachery. 
0, maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom! 
To lore me in prosperity, 
And leave me in adversity! 
0, maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom! 
The meadow brook is mirror of thy falsehood! 
It flows so long as falls the rain! 
In drought its springs soon dry again! 
The meadow brook is mirror of thy falsehood! 
Longfellow. 
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