love's token-flowers. 11 
But yet I can not deem thy soul 
From friendship quite estranged, 
Not always are the feelings chilled 
When most the mien is changed; 
There is a sadness in thine eye, 
A shadow on thy brow, ^ 
Which tells me that the hand of care 
Has done its work ere now ; 
And who would judge by common rule 
The heart that deeply grieves ? 
What eye may pierce beyond the veil 
Which silent sorrow weaves ? 
Oh ! when in after life the heart 
From hollow friendship turns, 
How often o’er its early dreams 
In bitterness it yearns, 
How oft it pines with vain regret 
O'er memories of the past, 
Wiien all the gloom that dimmed its sky 
By April clouds was cast; 
And then, when all too late, it learns 
a ■ 
How much more holy truth 
