16 flora’s dial. 
Samtart) 2Cf. 
SNOW-DROP. — Hope in Sorrow. 
Oh, weary heart! Oh, slumbering eyes! 
Oh, drooping soul, whose destinies 
Are fraught with fear and pain,— 
Ye shall be loved again! 
No one is so accursed by Fate, 
No one so utterly desolate, 
But some heart, though unknown, 
Responds unto his own ; 
Responds, as if with unseen wings, 
An angel touched its quivering strings, 
And whispers in its song, 
“ Where hast thou staid so long? ” 
Longfellow. 
Samtart! 21. 
SOUTHERNWOOD. — Bantering. 
So lady, take this simple lay, 
And, if you find a meaning there, 
0, whisper to your glass, and say, 
“ What wonder if he thinks me fair ? ” 
Tenntson. 
