flora’s dial. 
ittard) 14. 
WHITE VIOLET. — Innocence. 
Behold the lilies on the tide, 
Gleaming amid their glossy leaves ; 
Sheba’s fair queen, in all her pride, 
Was not arrayed like one of these. 
Meet emblems, Love, are they of thee, 
With thy pure brow, and shining hair, — 
But plainer in thy mind, I see 
A living likeness, dwelling there! 
H. J 
iEarcl) 15. 
WALNUT. — Presentiment. 
A deep and mighty shadow 
Across my heart is thrown, 
Like a cloud on a summer meadow, 
Where the thunder-wind hath blown! 
The wild’rose, Eancy, dieth, — 
The sweet bird, Memory, flieth, — 
I shall be left alone! 
