18 love's T 0 KE N - F L 0 WE RS. 
YEW.—Taxxts Conifera. 
Sorrow. 
Sorrow has changed all nature to my view ; 
The woods are still as green, the fields as gay, 
The stars are still as bright, the sky as blue, 
As when they charmed me in my childhood’s 
day ; 
But now, in all their beauty I can see 
Something that ever ’minds me of decay ; 
Some leafless branch deforms the stately tree,- 
Some blight still lingers on the buds of May, 
The starry watchers wear a softened light, 
As if I gazed on them through gathering 
tears ;— 
But when I turn to yon pure sky, a bright 
And glorious vision to my mind appears, 
Making the earth seem dull beyond compare, 
Since only Heaven above is changeless as ’tis 
fair. 
