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LOVE’S TOKEN- FLOWERS. 
For honor in thy soul had found a shrine, 
And thou didst hope to win a deathless name ; 
But thou art dead, unnoticed and forgot— 
Yet what is this to met I loved thee not. 
I loved thee not, and hadst thou died in age, 
With troops of tender friends around thy bed, 
Had love been there thy sufferings to assuage, 
Had some kind breast upheld thy aching head, 
Perchance I had not thought of thee—no spot 
In memory’s waste was thine: I loved thee not. 
I loved thee not: yet when thy spirit passed 
Thus in life’s early prime from earth away, 
Whek those most dear were distant at the last, 
i And none beside thee knelt to weep and pray, 
My heart did thrill in pity for the lot 
Of one so gifted, though I loved thee not. 
