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Still, let not every thought 
To this poor world be given; 
Nor always be forgot 
Thy. better rest in heaven. 
J. H. Bricur. 















_ GERANIUM — SCARLET, 
PELARGONIUM INQUINANS. 
Thou art changed. 
FaREWELL! and when the charm of change 
Has sunk, as all must sink, in shade; 
When joy, a wearied bird, begins 
The wing to droop, the plume to fade; 
When thou thyself, at length, hast felt 
What thou hast made another feel — 
The hope that sickens to despair — 
The wound that time may sear, not heal; 
When thou shalt pine for some fond heart, 
To beat in answering thine again; 
Then, false one, think once more on me, 
And sigh to think it is in vain. 
L. E. Lanpon. 





