72 love’s token-floweks. 
We yet shall meet amid the gay, 
In scenes of revelry and gladness. 
Yet never more the whispered word, 
Our mystic sympathy confessing, 
Shall thrill the heart too wildly stirred 
To utter then its fervent blessing. 
Yes—we are parted : we may meet 
Amid the world’s enforced communion ; 
But gone are all the tokens sweet, 
That sealed our bond of spirit union. 
Yet better thus : my heart has turned 
More fondiy to tne true and real, 
Since I, in bitterness, have learned 
How false may be the soul’s Ideal. 
BELT.-ELOWER. —Campanula Pyba- 
MIDALIS. 
Gratitude. 
Beloved one, beloved one, 
When in thine eye I see 
