love’s token-flowers. 
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And in thy presence I have sought 
To doff life’s weary mask ; 
I come to thee for love and peace, 
When my soul’s light grows dim, 
I can not watch thy sweet caprice, 
Or learn each dainty whim. 
Oh! had we met in.lt fe’s glad morn, 
When joy thrilled'every vein, 
Such gentle bondage I had borne, 
And wreathed with flowers the chain ; 
But now I can not gather up 
The rose-bud’s fallen leaves, 
I can not fill life’s wasted cup, 
Or bind hope’s scattered sheaves. 
THRIFT. —Arhebia Vulgaris. 
Sympathy. 
“ Or sai tu dove e quando questi araon 
Furon creati e come.” 
Dante. 
I loved thee, not because thy brow 
Was bright and beautiful as day, 
