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14 FLOKA’S DIAL. 
lanuarg 15. 
MARIGOLD. — Pain. 
Where on earth is the truth that may vie 
With woman’s love and long constancy ? 
Her eye may grow dim, her cheek grow pale, 
But tell they not both the same fond tale 1 
Love’s lights have fled from her eye and cheek, 
To burn and die on the heart they seek. 
Alas! that so often the grave should be 
The seal of woman’s fidelity! Miss Landon. 
Jumtarn 15. 
YARROW. — The heart-ache. 
Worn out! —the heart seems like a ruined altar; 
Where are the friends, and where the faith of 
yore? 
My eyes grow dim with tears, — my footsteps falter, 
Thinking of those whom I can love no more! 
We change, and others change, — while recollection 
Would fain renew what it can but recall. 
Dark are my dreams, and weary my affection, 
And cold my hopes,—and yet I felt them all 
A long while ago! 
Miss Landoh. 
