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Ice Plant. — £ Estrangement .' 1 
How painful is it to meet tlie eyes that once sought ours with af¬ 
fection, and see nothing but coldness or indifference in their gaze! 
yet how often in life do we encounter such. 
So cold ! so cold! and can it be 
That I am nothing now to thee ? 
Those lips, whose ‘wreathed smiles’ of yore, 
Promised affection deep as pure; 
Those eyes, which then to mine would turn, 
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Their simplest wish or thought to learn, 
Have now a new expression caught, — 
For, ah, the heart with feeling fraught 
In other days, is chilled and changed, 
And we forever are — Estranged. 
