DESPONDENCY. 
GERANIUM, DARK. 
Pelargonium Triste. 
Language — DESPONDENCY. 
Thou who silently art weeping, 
Thou of faded lip and brow, 
Golden harvests for thy reaping 
Wave before thee even now. 
Fortune may be false and fickle — 
Should you, therefore, pause and weep ? — 
Taking in thy hand the sickle, 
Enter in the field and reap. 
Though the garden, famed Elysian, 
May be shut from thee by fate, 
Thou hast yet a holier mission 
Than to linger at the gate. 
Brightest visions from thy pillow 
May have vanished ; still thou’rt blest, 
While the waves of time’s rough billows 
Wash the shores of endless rest. 
Alice Caeet 
Sit down, sad soul, and count 
The moments flying: 
Come, tell the sad amount 
That’s lost by sighing. 
How many smiles ? A score ? 
Then laugh and count no more, 
For day is dying! tenntson. 
