love’s token-fiowers. 45 
“ Love must win love believest thou aught of 
this ? 
Oh then no more 
My heart o’er early faded dreams of bliss 
Its wail shall pour. 
• 
Give me this hope, though only from afar 
It sheds its light, 
And like yon dewy melancholy star, 
With tears is bright. 
Let me but hope a heart with fondness fraught, 
Tha^could not sin 
Against its worshipped idol e’en in thought, 
Thy love' may win. 
Let me but hope the changeless love of years,’ 
The tender care, 
That fain would die to save thine eye from tears, 
Thy heart may share. 
Or let me dream, at least, that when no more 
My voice shall meet 
The ear that listens only to think o’er 
Tones far more sweet— 
