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Camellia Japonica. — 1 My Destiny is in your hands .’ 
It is a fearful thing to love ! to give up one’s whole existence, 
and to place the responsibilities of one’s being in the keeping of 
another. 
At Beauty’s shrine I ne’er have knelt, 
With offerings lightly made; 
Nor yet the charms of mind have felt, 
Which lasts when others fade. 
At Fashion’s throne I ne’er have bowed, 
Nor yet at Youth’s gay altar; 
No everlasting faith have vowed, 
With love that could not falter. 
But now, with heart still fresh and pure, 
I wait thy sweet commands, 
My destiny for evermore 
Bests, lady! in thy hands. 
