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Phlox. 


Phlox Maculata. 
OUR SOULS ARE UNITED. 


They were together night‘and day 
Through all their early years, — 
Had the same fancies, feelings, thoughts, 
Joys, sorrows, hopes, and fears ; 
They had a fellowship of smiles, 
A fellowship of tears. 


If one were gay, through both their hearts 
The tide of rapture rushed ; 
If one were sad, the voice of joy 
In both their hearts was hushed ; 
Yea, all their thoughts and sympathies 
From the same fountain gushed. 
There is a mystic thread of life, . 
So dearly wreathed with mine alone, 
That Destiny’s relentless knife 
At once must sever both or none! 

Byron. 
—s eS ej; OO OE Ob 
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