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fables of flora. 
One variety of the American Amaranth, the 
Gnaphalium or Life Everlasting, is very pretty; 
and its silvery white blossoms, intermixed with 
the American Laurel, form a handsome and un¬ 
withering garland for winter. 
FABLE XXXII. 
The Amaranth. 
>T was dead of night. The brilliant stars shone 
down 
Upon a student’s pale and thoughtful face ; 
Around his brow hung locks of golden brown, 
That shaded sorrow in its hiding-place. 
His hands were folded on a holy book ; 
His head lay on them; and his eyes, that turned 
Toward the bright planets with a yearning look, 
With holier light than theirs, intensely burned. 
He felt upon his brow a gentle touch, 
As though a spirit drooped her air-like wings 
In pity o’er him; — for his eye had much 
To wake in angel hearts soft pity’s springs. 
It spoke of early struggles, long and lone; 
Of fading hopes, and labors ill repaid; 
Of unshared dreams, and health forever gone; 
Of bright affections in the ow grave laid. 
