flora’s dial. 
iHati 4. 
MYRTLE. — Heart-felt Love. 
Our lore came as the early dew 
Comes unto drooping flowers; 
Dropping its first sweet freshness on 
Our life’s dull, lonely hours. 
As each pale blossom lifts its head 
Revived with blessings nightly shed 
By summer breeze and dew, — 
Oh, thus our spirits rose beneath 
Love’s gentle dews and living breath, 
To drink of life anew!' 
Mrs. R. S. Nichols. 
Ittag 5. 
OPHRYS. — Disgust. 
With lether eye 
And cheeks dry, 
And visage wan, 
Swart as tan; 
When others are glad, 
lie is sad, 
Fruntiek and mad; 
Ilis tongue never still 
For to say yll. Skelton. 1490. 
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