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FLORA’S DIAL. 
ifebrnarij 10. 
HAWTHORN. — Hope. 
And it is not a dream of a fancy prond, 
With a fool for its dull begetter; 
There’s a voice at the heart, that proclaims aloud, 
Ye were born to possess the better! 
And that Voice of the Heart, 0 ye may believe — 
Will never the Hope of the Soul deceive! 
Schiller. 
Jolmtorn 11. 
CYPKESS. — Mourning 
Dady dear! this history 
Is thy fated lot, 
Ever such thy watching 
Eor what cometh not, 
Till with anxious waiting dull, 
Hound thee fades the beautiful ; 
Still thou seekest on, though weary, 
Seeking still in vain; 
Daylight deepens into twilight; 
What has been thy gain ? 
Death and night are closing round 
All that thou hast sought, — unfound! 
Landon. 
