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The Tiger Flower. — ‘ My pride shall protect me? 
A woman’s Pride, like the .ZEgis of Pallas, affords a powerful 
defence in the moment of need. 
Farewell ! ah, farewell! I can meet thee no more, 
Though my heart’s dearest dream from this hour is 
o’er. 
I have loved thee, have trusted, all fearless and free, 
My life’s fondest hopes, my soul’s welfare to thee, 
And believed thy bright spirit an angel of light, 
To guide me by day, and protect me by night; 
But, alas! the illusion so cherished is o’er; 
My pride has been roused, and I ’ll meet thee no 
more. 
Farewell! ah, forever farewell to the thought, 
Which awoke in my soul as thy loved tones I 
caught; 
I knew not, I felt not, what danger was nigh, 
As I hung all entranced on the glance of thine eye; 
