AMARANTH. —Unfading Love. 
Is not our love unchanging ? let us wreath 
The deathless Amaranth to deck our brow, 
And through all ills of this most stormy life, 
Lift up our thoughts to that eternal clime 
Where Love shall put off mourning hues, and glow 
In the bright robes of immortality. 
L. H. 
J love thee, yet I do not weep 
That thou art mine no more, 
I mourn thee, yet my feelings sleep 
* In silence as before. 
A common loss might tears bewail, 
But not a loss like thine, 
And words might soothe Love’s fancied tale, 
But. not a love like mine. 
M. .7. Jewseury. 
S tVEET PEA. —Departure. 
Bet me weave a wreath for thee, 
Of the delicate sweet pea ; 
With its winged petals bright,- 
Ever whispering of flight, 
Like thy tone, I must depart, 
Thrilling on my eager heart, 
While thy glad return to me 
Linked with parting still must be. L. H. 
HAREBELL.— Submission. 
I shall not blame thee, I shall only die! 
Hernanl 
LILY. Purity and Stateliness. 
Pure art thou, Lily, in thy robe of snow, 
Imaging queenly forms that round us glow 
Beautiful spirits, linked with visions high 
Breathing the fragrance of their native sky 
L. H. 
