

FLORA’S ALBUM. 
ee EEnIEEEEee, 
Laburnum. 
Introduced into our gardens from Switzerland, — droop- 
ing branches, — flowers of a purple coler. 
PENSIVE BEAUTY 
And oh! how oft have I turned away 
From a brighter eye and a cheek more gay ; 
‘hat my soul might drink, to sweet excess. 
The light of her pensive loveliness ! 
Art thou not near me, with thy earnest eyes, 
That weep forth sympathy ? — thy holy brow, 
Whereon such sweet imaginings do rise: 
Art thou not near me, when I call thee now, 
Maid of my childhood’s vow ? 
* * # * 
Now I behold thee, with thy sorrowing smile, 
And thy deep soul uplooking from thy face ; 
While sweetly crossed upon thy breast the while, 
Thy white hands do thy holy heart embrace, 
In its calm dwelling place! 

DuGANNE. 
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cao 





































