OK, LANGUAGE OE FLOWERS. 183 
A little while around thee, love! 
Its fragrance yet shall cling, 
Telling that on thy heart hath Iain, 
A fair, though faded thing. 
But not e’en that warm heart hath power, 
To win it back from fate: 
Oh ! 1 am like thy broken flower, 
Cherish’d too late, too late, 
My love! 
Cherish’d, Alas! too late ! 
Mrs. Hemans. 
EVERGREEN THORN...SOLACE IN ADVERSITY. 
Thou art drinking life’s bitter cup; 
A change has come upon thee; 
But I love still, and will love on, 
In thy adversity. 
However wretched were,thy case, 
I would not thee forsake; 
I feel for thee with all my heart, 
And of thy grief partake. 
May God in mercy sanctify 
The trials of my friend; 
Impart his consolations sweet. 
And then the trials end. 
Gu. 
