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LAURUSTINUS. 
‘VIBURNUM TINUS. 
I die if neglected. 
WHILE you cherish me, dearest, through good 
and through ill, 
Life’s summer I'll bless, and its winter defy! 
’Mid sunshine and tempest 1’ll smile on thee still, 
But, O, if you ever neglect me, I die! 
While you watch o’er love’s glowing but delicate 
flowers, 
Every glance of affection—each soul-wingéd 
sigh— 
All the bloom of my cheek and my heart — shall 
be yours ; 
But, O, if you leave me — you leave me to die! 
Mrs. Oseoop. 
Love is a thing of frail and delicate growth, 
Soon checked, soon fostered ; feeble and yet strong. 
it will endure much, suffer much, and bear 

What would weigh down an angel’s wing to earth, 

And yet mount heaveuward; but not the le 
It dieth of a word, a look, a thought: 
And when it dies, it dies without a sign 
To tell how fair it was in happier hours. 
L. EH, Lanvon. 

























