love’s token-flowers. 93 
We form new schemes of future bliss, 
New flowers spring up to cheer our way, 
And scarcely from our side we miss 
The partners of life’s earlier day; 
Alas ! how vain our noblest feelings, 
How idle would affection seem, 
Did not God give us bright revealings 
Of Life, where Love is not a dream. 
ELDER. —SAMBuorrs Niger. 
Compassion. 
I loved thee not: yet mournful thoughts are 
rushing 
Upon me, when I see that pictured face, 
And tears unbidden from mine eyes are gushing, 
Tears whose deep source to Memory’s fount 
I trace ; 
•Yet why should I lament thy hapless lot 1 
For thou wert naught to me: I loved thee not. 
I loved thee not: yet intellect was thine, 
And lofty aspirations after fa,me, 
