THE HYDRANGEA. 
131 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Maiden, go, if thou hast lost 
All that made thee once so dear ; 
Let not now our parting cost 
Thee a sigh, or me a tear. 
Go with fashion’s heartless train, 
Go where wealth and pleasure wait; 
Seek them all, nor seek in vain; 
Go and leave me to my fate. 
Maiden, go ! a sadden’d brow 
Haply serves hut to conceal ; 
Tears, methinks, are idle now. 
Waste them not, unless you feel; 
If your bosom is too cold 
Still to prize a loyal heart, 
If you value sullen gold 
More than love, ’tis best to part. 
Go ! and when your heart has learn’d 
How love flies the courtly door. 
Learn that true affections spurn’d 
Droop to death, and bloom no more. 
Mbs. Hall. 
