84 love's token-flowehs. 
Then wilt thou think upon my name, 
And seek thy spirit’s home : 
Let others share thy pleasures brief, 
I only ask to bear thy grief. 
To thee I am as nothing now, 
And so I fain would be— 
I bide the coming time when thou 
Shalt fondly think of me, 
And turn, when brighter hopes depart, 
To rest upon my patient heart. 
AMARANTH. —Amaeahthus Gompheb- 
HA. 
Immortal Happiness. 
Not in wealth’s gorgeous hall, 
Decked out in all art’s costliest arraying, 
Where, ’mid tall columns, silvery fountains play¬ 
ing 
Upon the ear like music’s echoes fall—. 
The home of pomp, the daily haunt of pride : 
Not there—not there doth Happiness abide. 
