
FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Moss. 



“Why should she cling so fondly to thy breast?” 
Go, ask the moss, on which thy foot is pressed. 
FRITHIOF’s SaGa. (Swedish.) 

MATERNAL LOVE. 

Love, that watched my early years 
With conflicting hopes and fears ; 
Love, that through life’s flowery May 
Led my childhood, prone to stray ; 
Love, that still directs my youth 
With the constancy of Truth, 
Heightens every bliss it shares, 
Softens and divides the cares, 
Smiles away my light distress, 
Weeps for joy or tenderness j— 
May that love to latest age, 
Cheer my earthly pilgrimage ; 
May that love, o’er death victorious, 
Rise beyend the grave more glorious ;° 
Souls, united here, would be 
One to all eternity. Monreomery, 

















Ere yet her child has drawn its earliest breath, 
A mother’s love begins ; it glows till death, — 
Lives before life, — with death not dies, — but seems 
The very substance of immortal dreams. 













































































