love’s token-flowers. 29 
We can not be what we have been, 
We can not feel as we have felt. 
FLOWERING- REED. —Abuhdo Do¬ 
nas. 
Confidence in Heaven. 
It is in vain the weary spirit strives 
With that which doth consume it:—there is 
born 
A strength from suffering which can laugh to 
scorn 
The stroke of sorrow, even though it hives 
Our very heart-strings but the grief that lives 
For ever in the heart, and day by day 
Wastes the soul’s high-wrought energies 
away, 
And wears the lofty spirit down, and gives 
Its own dark hue to life, oh! who can bear? 
Yet, as the black and threatening tempests 
bring 
