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flora’s dial 
January 24. 
OAK-LEAF. — Welcome. 
Let thy love forever shine, 
Filling me with power serene, — 
My soul, my inmost soul is thine, — 
Thine hath ever been. 
Fold me then within thy heart, 
Set thy seal on all that’s mine ; 
Make my life some little part, 
Noblest soul, of thine! Anon. 
January 25. 
MOTHERWORT. — Concealed Love. 
She loved; hut her bosom had buried the dart; 
And there, while she strove to conceal it, 
Its point had engraven his name on her heart, 
Too deep for her lips to reveal it. 
And now, not a trace of the name can be found; 
With darkness and silence hung o’er it, 
The sacred engraving is hid in the ground, 
Laid up in the bosom that bore it. 
Miss H. F. Gould. 
