love’s t o k e n - f l o w e r s. 
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HEZEEEON.-Dapehi Mezereum. 
Love in a snow-wreath. 
Love her 1 No ! for passion blendeth 
Ever with the heart’s young dream, 
And earth’s evil shadow lendeth 
Darkness to life’s purest beam ; 
Still with jealous hopes and fears 
Love has marked his weary lot, 
Tracing every step by tears ; 
Then be sure 1 love her not. 
Love her ? No ! such fire ne’er burneth 
Save when sighing fans the flame, 
While the bosom wildly yearneth, 
Nursing' hopes it dares not name ; 
Since desires the soul may stir, 
Vague and vain, yet unforgot, 
1 would guard sweet thoughts of her, 
But be sure to love her not. 
