love’s token-flowers. 
The joys thy presence cherished 
Like mourning dreams have fled, 
And many a fair hope perished 
Upon thy narrow bed. 
For the love that we have borne thee 
Thy loss we needs must weep, 
But even while we mourn thee, 
We envy thee thy sleep. 
SNOWDROP. —Galanthus Nivalis. 
Consolation. 
Oh ! chase that dusky shadow from thy brow, 
Mine own best love, for though a threatening 
cloud, 
May seem the future scenes of life to shroud, 
Though like a way-benighted traveller, now, 
Thou wanderest on with painful steps and slow, 
Yet thou dost bear a soul too high and proud, 
To be by earthly suffering crushed and bowed. 
Bear up awhile: e’en as from every blow 
That felled the fabled Titan to the earth, 
He rose with strength redoubled to the strife, 
