80 LOVE’S T OKE N - F L 0 WERS. 
JjATTRUSTIFUS. —Vibtjbnum Tinus 
“ I (tie if neglected.” 
Oh ! tell me not of lofty fate, 
Of glory’s deathless name ; 
The bosom Love leaves desolate, 
Has naught to do with fame. 
Vainly philosophy would soar— 
Love’s height it may not reach ; 
The heart soon learns a sweeter lore 
Than ever sage could teach. 
The cup may bear a poisoned draught, 
The altar may be cold, 
But yet the chalice will be quaffed— 
The shrine sought as of old. 
Man’s sterner nature turns away 
To seek ambition’s goal; » 
Wealth’s glittering gifts, and pleasure’s ray, 
May charm his weary soul 
