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SORROWFUL GERANIUM. 
a cutting, from whence sprang the parent tree of many 
of the finest and most admired specimens. 
My gentle harp! once more I waken 
The sweetness of thy slumbering strain; 
In tears our last farewell was taken, 
And now in tears we meet again. 
No light of joy hath o’er thee broken, 
But — like those harps, whose heav’nly skill 
Of slavery, dark as thine, hath spoken — 
Thou hang’st upon the willows still. 
ANON. 
Thus o’er our streams do eastern willows lean 
In pensive guise; whose grief-inspiring shade, 
Love has to melancholy sacred made. 
DELILLE. 
THE SORROWFUL GERANIUM. 
This charming geranium, like a melancholy spirit, shuns 
the light of day; but it enchants those who cultivate it by 
the delightful perfumes it exhales. Its appearance is som¬ 
bre, though unaffected; and, altogether, it forms a striking 
contrast to the scarlet geranium, which is the emblem of 
stupidity. 
