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LO\E'S token- flowers 
Love her 1 No ! my heart inurneth 
Ashes she can ne’er illume, 
And the light that in me burneth 
Shines, a lamp within a tomb ; 
On my brow the seal is set, 
Sorrow never sets in vain,_ 
Time may teach me to forget, 
But I can not love again. 
Love her ? No ! pure, deep devotion, 
Such as angel hearts might prize, 
Stills my bosom’s wild emotion, 
When I meet her earnest eyes ; 
Like a high and holy star, 
Cheereth she my Ibnely lot: 
I may worship from afar, 
But be sure I love her not. 
