HOPE. 13 
ALMOND, FLOWERING. 
I 
Amygdalus. 
Language — HOPE. 
The hope, in dreams of a happier hour, 
That alights on misery’s brow, 
Springs out of the silvery almond flower 
That blooms on a leafless bough. 
Moobi. 
Fear not, beloved ! though clouds may lower, 
Whilst rainbow visions melt away, 
Faith’s holy star has still a power 
That may the deepest midnight sway. 
Fear not! I take a prophet’s tone : 
Our love can neither wane nor set; 
My heart grows strong in trust: mine own, 
We shall be happy yet. 
What though long, anxious years have passed 
Since this true heart was vowed to thine, 
There comes, for us, a light at last, 
Whose beam upon our path shall shine. 
We who have loved ’midst doubts and fears, 
Yet never with one hour’s regret, 
There comes a joy to gild our tears : 
We shall be happy yet! 
Mbs. Jauxs Gbat 
Come, then, O care! O grief! 0 woe ! 
O troubles ! mighty in your kind; 
I have a balm ye ne’er can know : — 
A hopeful mind. 
F. Vajtx. 
