10 love’s token-flowers. 
Come to me, Love ; my heart can never doubt 
thee, 
Yet for thy sweet companionship I pine ; 
Oh, never more can joy be joy without thee, 
My pleasures, even as my life, are thine ; 
Come to me, Love ! 
FOXGLOVE. —Dioitalis. 
“ I am not changed—they wrong me." 
They told me thou wert cold and changed, 
That thou hadst quite forgot 
The friendship that once bound our hearts, 
Ere sorrow marked thy lot; 
But when on thy familiar face 
I fix my saddened gaze, 
‘ And listen to thy well-known voice, 
The echo of past days, 
The pleasant memories of youth 
Come thronging round my heart, 
I think but of the friend thou wert , 
And heed not what thou art.- 
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