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Nor drowned in love’s dark, fathomless despair. 
Thine is a steadfast and a fixéd nature, 
’?Gainst which the tide of passion and desire 
Breaks harmless as the water o’er the rock ; 
And the rich light of beauty shines alone 
On thy soul’s surface, leaving all beneath it 
Unmoved and cold as subterranean springs. 
Love has no power o’er spirits such as thine, 
Nor comes it nigh to them. 
Mrs. P. Burner. 
BETTER the tie at once be broken, 
At once our last farewell be spoken, 
Than watch him, one by one, destroy 
The glowing buds of hope and joy — 
Than thus to see them, day by day, 
Beneath his coldness fade away. 
F. S. Oscoop. 
CARNATION, 
DIANTHUS CARYOPHYLLUS. 
Pride and Beauty. 
I know thee proud — upon thy brow 
Ihave seen haughty scorn ; 
And pride becoming such as thou, 
Tn pride and beauty born! 


