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love's token-fe 
OWEES. 
Because thy feebler spirit, lacking power, 
By generous thought such priceless love to 
measure, 
Awoke its base distrust.in that sweet hour 
When my fond heart revealed its hidden 
treasure, 
Thou hast mistaken me. 
IvIUfaK-ROSE. —Rosa IvIoschata 
Capricious Beauty. 
Bear with me, dearest: though thou art 
The life of life to me, 
Remember ’tis a poet’s heart 
That gives itself to thee ; 
’Tis but a wayward thing at best, 
And, when with toil e’erworn, 
It comes to thee beseeching rest, 
It will not brook thy scorn. 
My spirit wearied with high thought 
-Shrinks from its prophet task, 
