LOVE’S TOKEN 
-WOWEES. 43 
And freights with ail its hopes some helmless 
bark. 
Alas alas ! on earthly shrines we lay 
The incense we should offer up to Heaven • 
We lavish on an idol of to-day 
The love that for infinitude was given, 
Till from our souls the light fades slow Iway 
And clouds of doubt and fear are o’er the spirit’ 
driven. 
AMBROSIA.— Ambrosia Maritima. 
Love returned. 
One arm around her silent harp was flung; 
Her brow was bending o’er it, and its chords 
Were twined with her dark tresses: wrapt in 
thought 
She stirless sate; and when the soft breeze 
fanned 
The ringlets from her cheek, a glow was there 
Like the rich hue that decks the Florence rose. 
While the sweet smile that hovered round her 
lip, 
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