12 THE BOUQUET. 
But vainly I’ve sought for joy or peace 
Tn the life of light and shade ; 
And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home, 
That home where my childhood played. 
When jewels are sparkling round me, 
And dazzling with their rays, 
I weep for ties that bound me 
In life’s first early days. 
I sigh for one of the sunny hours, 
Ere day was turned to night ; 
For one of my nosegays of fresh wild flowers, 
Instead of those jewels bright. 
: Mrs. Norton. 
AMARANTH — GLOBE. 
GOMPHRENA GLOBOSA. 
Unchangeable. 
Love is not love, 
Which alters when it alteration finds, 
Or bends with the remover to remove: 
O, no! it is an ever fixéd mark, 
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; 
It is the star to every wandering bark, 
Whose worth ’s unknown, although his height 
be taken. 



