60 FLORA’S DIAL. 
&pvil 2. 
RUSH. — Quietness. 
In that stillness 
Which most becomes a woman, calm and holy, 
Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart, 
Reeding its flame. The element of fire 
Is pure. It cannot change nor hide its nature, 
But bums as brightly in a Gypsy camp, 
As in a palace hall. * * 
But if thou lovest, — mark me! I say lovest, 
The greatest of thy sex excels thee not! 
The world of the affections is thy world. 
Longfellow. 
Slprii 3. 
MEADOW SAFFRON. — My happy days are past. 
Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, 
Softly on my soul that fell; 
Go! for me no longer beaming, — 
Hope and pleasure, fare thee well! 
Wolfe. 
