174 FLORA’S DIAL. 
December 29. 
AMARANTH. — Immortality. 
There’s a yearning that’s felt in your heart’s deep¬ 
est cell, 
And silently, vainly, within doth it swell; 
And scorning the hopes of the childi’en of earth, 
Seeks the bright home of its heavenly birth; 
And that yearning, unquenched in the heart will 
lie, 
Till refreshed by a draught from eternity. 
As the young eagle pants for the glorious light, 
And flutters its unfledged pinions for flight, 
So struggles your earth-fettered spirit to fly 
And bathe in the light of eternity. Miss Larcom. 
December 30. 
AMBROSIA. — Mutual Love. 
Love? I ’ll tell thee what is mutual love. 
It is to build of human thoughts a shrine, 
Where hope sits brooding like a beauteous dove, 
■Where time seems young, and life, a thing divine! 
All tastes, all pleasures, all desires combine 
To consecrate this sanctuary of bliss, 
And if there’s heaven on earth, that place is surely 
this. Anon. 
