flora’s dial. 151 
Noy ember 11. 
LOCUST TREE. — Affection beyond, the grave. 
Sainted maid! 
My thoughts oft rest with thee in thy cold grave, 
Through the long wintry night, when wind and wave 
Rock the dark house where thy poor head is laid. 
Yet hush! my fond heart, hushthere is a shore 
Of better promise; and I know at last, 
When the long Sabbath of the tomb is past, 
We two shall meet in Christ, to part no more. 
Kirke White. 
Noucmbcr 12. 
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LICHEN. — Sadness. 
Oh my lonely, lonely, lonely pillow! 
Where is my lover ? where is my lover ? 
Is it his bark my dreary dreams discover ? 
Far, far away, and alone, along the billow ? 
Oh my lonely, lonely, lonely pillow! 
Why must my head ache where his gentle brow 
lay? 
How the long night flags, lovelessly and slowly i 
An d my head droops over thee like the willow! 
Byron. 
