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FICKLENESS. 131 
LARKSPUR. 
Delphinium. 
Language — FICKLENESS. 
Farewell ! ’tis mine to prove 
Of blighted hopes the pain ; 
But 0, believe I cannot love 
As I have loved — again! 
Farewell! ’tis thine to change, 
Forget, be false, be free ; 
But know, wherever thou shalt range. 
That none can love like me ! 
Tupfek. 
Did woman’s charms thy youth beguile, 
And did the fair one faithless prove ? 
Hath she betrayed thee with her smile, 
And sold thy love ? 
Live! ’twas a false, bewildering fire ; 
Too often love’s insidious dart 
Thrills the fond soul with wild desire, 
But kills the heart. 
Thou yet shalt know how sweet, how dear 
To gaze on listening beauty’s eye ; 
To ask, and pause in hope and fear 
Till she reply. 
A nobler flame shall warm thy breast, 
A brighter maiden faithful prove ; 
Thy youth, thy age, shall yet be blest 
In woman S love. Montgomery. 
