L 0 v e’s token- flowers. 
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When I felt the best link broken 
In friendship’s golden chain 1 
Yet mine is selfish sorrow, 
Which love should hush to rest, 
And my heart should solace borrow 
From the thought that thou art blest: 
Where hope once claimed dominion, 
Joy holds his revel bright, 
And thy spirit’s drooping pinion 
Waxes strong in love’s pure light. 
I know that thou art happy: 
Oh ! may affection’s glass 
With its diamond sparkles measure 
Life's changes as they pass. 
Could friendship’s gentle magic 
Rule thy horoscope of doom, 
Not a moment e’er should meet thee 
In sadness or in gloom. 
