flora’s dial. 173 
December 27. 
ASH TREE. — Grandeur. 
No! I stall never lose the trace, 
Of what I’ve felt in this bright place; 
And should my spirit’s hope grow weak, — 
Should I, 0 God! forget thy power, 
This mighty scene again X ’ll seek, 
At the same calm and glowing hour; 
And here at the sublimest shrine 
That nature ever reared to thee, 
Rekindle all that hope divine, 
And feel my immortality! Moore. 
tUtecember 2S. 
ARBOR YITiE. — Unchanging 'Affection. 
Thou and thine shall know no blight,v*, 
Whatever fate on me may fall; 
For heaven in sunshine will requite 
The kind, — and thee the most of all. 
Then let the ties of baffled love 
Be broken, — thine will never break; 
Thy heart can feel, —but will not move; 
Thy soul, though soft, will never shake! 
Byron. 
