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flora’s dial. 
©ctober 22. 
ROSE-COLORED PRIMROSE.— Neglected. Genius. 
Down in his six-feel; dungeon, under ground, 
Or raised, perchance, to attic story high, 
He, with his shrunk and dusty form, is found, 
Whose task it is in musty books to pry, — 
The scholar, seeking learning’s treasured spoil. 
Strange is the weary life which he hath led; 
He hath a midnight lamp, — hut little oil; 
He hath a staff, a mug, an ancient bed, — 
And spiders weave their curtains o’er his head. 
(October 23. 
POLYANTHUS. — Pride of Riches. 
On thy forehead sitteth Pride, 
Crowned with scorn and falcon-eyed; 
But beneath methlnks thou twinest 
Silken smiles that seem, divinest. 
Can such smiles be false and cold ? 
Canst thou — wilt thou wed for gold ? 
Barry Cornwall. 
