love’s T O K E N - F L O W E R S. 
YELLOW CHRYSANTHEMUM. 
Chrysanthemum Coronarium. 
Slighted Love. 
The struggle is over, 
Such strife could not last,— 
Andjoride now must cover 
All trace of the past; 
My heart has grown stronger, 
Nor shrinks from its task,— 
Go, cold one, no longer 
One kind thought I ask. 
Thou hast taught me the weakness 
Of woman’s fond trust, 
When in Love’s holy meekness 
I knelt in the dust; 
And now my brow flushes 
With anger and shame, 
As my proud spirit crushes 
Its once cherished flame. 
