HOLLOWNESS, OR TREACHERY. 233 
SWEET WILLIAM. 
Dianthus Barbatus. 
Language — HOLLOWNESS, OR TREACHERY. 
Never wedding, ever wooing, 
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, 
Read you not the wrong you're doing 
In my cheek’s pale hue ? 
All my life with sorrow strewing, 
Wed, or cease to woo. 
Campbell. 
At last I know thee ; and my soul, 
From all thy arts set free, 
Abjures the cold, consummate art 
Shrined as a soul in thee, 
Priestess of falsehood, deeply learned 
In all heart treachery! 
Sara I. Clarke. 
Ah, many hearts have changed since we two parted, 
And many grown apart as time hath sped, 
Till we have almost deemed that the true-hearted 
Abided only with the faithful dead. 
And some we trusted with a fond believing 
Have turned and stung us to the bosom’s core ; 
And life hath seemed but as a vain deceiving 
From which we turn aside heartsick and sore. 
Mbs. C. M. Chandler 
