ILLUSTRATION OF THE PLATE. 
Narcissus. — Clinging Vine. 
Self-love is strong in your heart, but I am attached to you. 
I have a rival in thy heart, 
And wert thou half as fair, 
I would not kneel before thy shrine, 
To meet such rival there. 
For dearer praise than mine can be, 
Is whispered in thine ear, 
And softer flattery breathed to thee, 
Than thou from me canst hear. 
I have a rival in thy heart, 
Who may that idol be 1 
Of all thy closest thoughts a part 
Sweet lady, answer me, 
And I will tell thee brilliant eyes, 
And cheek, like blush of even, 
Are not, however their light we prize, 
The highest gifts of Heaven. 
Fair one, I kneel before thy shrine, 
And hope that Time may bring 
A change upon that heart of thine, 
E’en in thy glorious spring, 
A softened light upon thy brow 
Would bring a dearer grace, 
For pride that glows so strongly now, 
Can mar the loveliest face. 
L. H. 
