FLORA’S DIAL. 147 
November 1. 
NASTURTIUM. — Patriotism. 
My heart is with my native land, 
My song is for her glory; 
Her warrior’s wreath is in my hand, 
My lips breathe out her story. 
Her lofty hills and valleys green, 
Are smiling bright before me, 
And like a rainbow sign is seen 
Her proud flag waving o'er me. 
J. H. Hewitt. 
November 2. 
MOUNTAIN ASH. — Quiet. 
In secluded paths of duty, 
Only by the humble trod, 
Live I, blest with dreams of beauty, 
Hope for man, and trust in God! 
Park Benjamin. 
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MUGWORT. — Happiness. 
Thus, hand in hand, through life we ’ll go; 
Its checkered paths of joy and wo 
With cautious steps we ’ll tread, 
Quit its vain scenes without a tear, 
Without a trouble or a fear, 
And mingle with the dead. Cotton. 
