ILLUSTRATION OF THE PLATE. 
Heath. 
Solitude. 
I may not smile on thee, 
As once ’twas mine to smile, 
That token of a merry heart, 
Hath left my lips the while. 
For 1 would ever be 
As a bird in sheltered nest, 
Or a bright flower folded safely 
Upon a loving breast. 
And when my gleam of sunshine, 
Hath left Life’s troubled sea, 
Oh! lonely be my future course, 
What light may shine for me. 
When in an hour, a moment, 
A sudden change may fall, 
And life, and love, and sunny hope 
Grow weary, weary all. 
Oh ! lonely, lonely be the heart, 
Or on a loving breast, 
There only may the spirit feel, 
Like bird in sheltered nest. 
