flora’s dial. 47 
Marti) 27. 
HR TREE. — ElevaHon. 
Once did I weep and groan, 
Drink tears, draw loathed breath, 
And all for love of one 
Who did effect my death! 
But now, thanks to disdain! 
I live, relieved of pain. 
For sighs, — I singing go; 
I bum not as before,—oh no, no, no! 
Drummond. 
Marti) 2S. 
SWEET BRIAR. — Poetry. 
Star of the golden ray, 
That on thy blazing axle-tree art wheeling! 
Before thy solemn form my soul is kneeling; 
Bright Harbinger of Day! 
Thou art a type of what I foin would be. 
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Give me the Poet’s Lyre! 
And as the seraph in his orbit sings, 
0, may I strike the heaven-attuned strings, 
With a seraphic fire! 
With music fill the mighty dome of Mind, 
And the rapt souls of men, in music brightly bind! 
J. W. H. 
