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love’s token-flowers. 71 
Devotion that still turned to thee, 
However far thy thoughts might wander; 
Such were the gifts I would have laid 
With deep humility before thee ; , 
But all unmarked such offerings fade, 
While others, less sincere, adore thee. 
Now all is changed—I know not why— 
No word of coldness has been spoken ; 
And yet I feel the secret tie 
That bound our souls for ever broken. 
Oh ! I could weep—although there still 
Are many pleasures left to cheer me ; 
Though hope can yet my bosom thrill, 
And friends oft tried and true are near me ;— 
Though there are joys thou couldst not blight— 
Which will not leave me lonely-hearted— 
Yet ah ! how much of pleasant light 
Has, with thee, from my life departed! 
Farewell—yet no 1—I will not say 
That word fraught with unmingled sadness } 
