140 HOPELESS, NOT HEARTLESS. 
LOVE LIES BLEEDING. 
Amaranthus. 
Language — HOPELESS, NOT HEARTLESS. 
She loves him yet! 
The flower the false one gave her, 
When last he came, 
Is still with her wild tears wet. 
She’ll ne’er forget, 
Howe’er his faith may waver; 
Through grief and shame — 
Believe it—she loves him yet! 
Mrs. Osgood. 
Full many a miserable year hath passed — 
She knows him as one dead, or worse than dead ; 
And many a change her varied life hath known, 
But her heart none. 
Matubir. 
No thought within her bosom stirs, 
But wakes some feeling dark and dread ; 
God keep thee from a doom like hers, 
Of living when the hopes are dead. 
PlICCBB CaRIY. 
And now farewell! farewell! I dare not lengthen 
Those sweet, sad moments out: to gaze on thee 
Is bliss indeed; yet it but serves to strengthen 
The love that now amounts to agony ; 
This is our last farewell. 
Mrs. Welby. 
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