love’s token-flowers. 
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And silent still its chords would be, 
But for the touch of sympathy. 
ROSE ACACIA. —Robinia Hisfida. 
Friendship. 
In the May of life we met, 
In its flowery June we parted; 
We knew no vain regret, 
We felt not lonely-hearted ; 
For the glow of fervid feeling 
Filled our souls with hopes of bliss, 
And we stayed not the revealing 
Of a love as calm as this. 
But now, when we have tasted 
The cup of joy and tears, 
When madly we have wasted 
The summer of our years, 
When fancy, now grown sober, 
Has forgotten passion’s kiss, 
We may turn in life’s October 
To a love as calm as this. 
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