58 LOVE’S T 0 K E N - F L O W E R S. 
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The knee to Heaven and lift my heart in prayer, 
Ere earth with all its vain and troublous care 
Comes back upon my spirit, ere the flow 
Of holy thought be stayed : yet ’tis for thee 
That I would pray, beloved one, for thy lot 
I dare to question God’s untold decree 
And ask the bliss my own heart knoweth not. 
Be thy path marked with light! enough for me 
If in thy glory’s hour I be not quite forgot. 
MONEY-WORT. —Lysimachia Nummtj- 
LARIA. 
Transient Friendship. 
We shall meet no more on the,green hill-side, 
We shall gaze no more on the wild cascade, 
No more shall our feet range far and wide, 
The rugged cliflf and the sunny glade. 
We shall roam not again by the mountain stream, 
As it dashes down on its rocky way. 
