26 flora’s dial. 
jFcbruarn 10. 
HAWTHORN. — Hope. 
And it is not a dream of a fancy proud, 
With a fool for its dull begetter; 
There’s a voice at the heart, that proclaims aloud, 
Ye were born to possess the better ! 
And that Voice of the Heart, O ye may believe, — 
Will never the Hope of the Soul deceive! 
Schiller. 
irebrnarn 11. 
CYPRESS. — Mourning 
Lady dear! this history 
Is thy fated lot, 
Ever such thy watching 
Eor what cometh not, 
Till with anxious waiting dull, 
Round thee fades the beautiful; 
Still thou seekest on, though weary, 
Seeking still in vain; 
Daylight deepens into twilight; 
What has been thy gain ? 
Death and night are closing round 
All that thou hast sought, — unfound! 
Landon. 
