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December 3. 
FRENCH WILLOW. — Constancy. 
Go, bid the needle his dear North forsake, 
To which, with trembling reverence, it does bend; 
Go, bid the stones a journey upward make; 
. Go, bid the ambitious flame no more ascend; 
And when these false to their old motions prove, 
Then shall I cease thee, thee alone to love. 
Cowlei. 
December 4. 
FLOWER-DE-LUCE. — lam burning with love. 
I love thee, — and I live ! The Moon, 
Who sees me from her calm above, 
The Wind, who weaves her dim, soft tune 
About ine, know how much I love! 
Nought else, save night, and the lonely hour; 
E’er heard my passion wild and strong; 
Even thou yet deem’st not of thy power, 
Unless thou read’s! aright my song! 
Barrt Cornwall. 
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