FLORA’S DIAL. 11 
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LAVENDER. — Distrust. 
When first, ■with all a lover’s pride, 
I woo’d and won thee for my bride, 
I little thought that thou eould’st be 
Estranged as now thou art from me ! 
That love so true and so intense, 
As that within my bosom glowed, 
Should meet with cold indifference! 
And I along life’s weary road, 
By her whom I was proud to call mine own, 
Be left to journey on, uncared for, and alone! 
Anon. 
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DEAD LEAVES. — My love lias ended. 
And this is woman’s fhte! 
All her affections are called into life 
By winning flatteries, and then thrown back 
Upon themselves to perish ; and her heart, 
Her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, 
Is left to bleed or break! 
M:ss Landon. 
