GRIEF. 
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ALOE. 
Aloe. 
Language — GRIEF. 
“ Azim is dead ! ” 
O grief beyond all other griefs, when fate 
First leaves the young heart lone and desolate 
In the wide world, without that only tie 
For which it loved to live, or feared to die — 
Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne’er hath spoken, 
Since the sad day its master-chord was broken ! 
Moore’s Lai.lx Rookii. 
Thou art lost to me forever — I have lost thee, Isadore. 
Thy head will never rest upon my loyal bosom more. 
Thy tender eyes will never more gaze fondly into mine, 
Nor thine arms around me lovingly and trustingly intwine. 
Thou art dead and gone, my loving wife; thy heart is 
still and cold; 
And I at one stride have become most comfortless and old : 
Of our whole world of love and song, thou wast the only 
light — 
A star, whose setting left behind, ah me ! how dark a night! 
Thou art lost to me forever, Isadore. 
Albert Pike 
I need not say how, one by one, 
Love’s flowers have dropped from off love’s chain; 
Enough to say that they are gone, 
And that they cannot bloom again. 
Miss Landon. 
