40 flora’s dial. 
iltarclj 12. 
MAPLE. — Reserve. 
And to be wroth with one we love, 
Doth work like madness in the brain. 
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Neither will ever find another, 
To free the hollow heart from paining; 
You ’0 stand aloof, the scars remaining, 
Like cliffs that have been rent asunder; 
A dreary sea will flow between, 
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, 
Shall wholly do away, I ween, 
The marks of that which once hath been. 
Coleridge. 
iitarri) lo. 
IVY. — Friendship. 
What though on Love’s altar the flame that is 
glowing 
Is brighter ? — yet Friendship’s is steadier far! 
One wavers and turns with each breeze that is 
blowing, 
And is but a meteor, — the other’s a star! 
In youth Love’s light 
Bums warm and bright, 
But dies ere the winter of age be past,— 
While Friendship’s flame 
Bums ever the same, 
And glows but the brighter, the nearer its last! 
