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THE MOURNING GERANIUM. 
ency, and its shedding its perfume only at 
night adds force to the idea. 
ILLUSTKATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Yes, ’twill be over soon—this sickly dream 
Of life will vanish from my feverish brain; 
And death my wearied spirit will redeem 
From this wild region of unvaried pain. 
V on brook will glide as softly as before, 
1 on landscape smile, yon golden harvest grow, 
\ on sprightly lark on mounting wing will soar. 
When Henry’s name is heard no more below. 
I sigh, when all my youthful friends caress— 
They laugh in health, and future evils brave ; 
Them shall a wife and smiling children bless. 
While I am mouldering in the silent grave. 
God of the just! thou gav’st the bitter cup, 
I bow to thy behest, and drink it up. 
H. K. White. 
