FLORA’S DIAL 
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ittarcl) 1. 
HELIOTROPE. — I remain true. 
As laurel leaves, that cease not to be green, 
From parching sonne, nor yet from winter’s 
threat, — 
As hardened oak, that fears no sworde so keen, — 
As flint for tool, in twaine that will not fret, — 
As fast as rock, or pillar surely set, -— 
So fast am I to you, and ay, have been, 
Assuredly whom I cannot forget; 
For joy, for paine, for torment, nor for tene ; 
For loss, for game, for frowning nor for threat; 
For ever one, yea, both in calm and blast, 
Your faithful love, and will be to the last! 
1555. 
THORNS. — Sincerity. 
Is he sincere ? How oft my heart 
The question prompts! and yet a doubt 
Would bid the scalding tear-drop shirt, 
Or, like the canker-worm, eat out 
The germ of life’s fair-budding joys. 
But no! his truth unsullied glows, 
Each chilling sentiment destroys, 
And yields me undisturbed repose. 
0. S. M. Ordway. 
