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FLORA’S ALBUM. 
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Hyacinth. 


“ The melancholy hyacinth that weeps 
All night, and never lifts an eye all day.” 
Huerp. 













GRIEF. 
*  * ~ I found her on the floor 
In all the storm of grief, yet beautiful ; 
Pouring forth tears at such a lavish rate, 
That, were the world on fire, they might have 
drowned 
The wrath of Heaven, and quenched the mighty 
ruin. Lz. 

There is a grief that cannot feel; ° 
It leaves 2 wound that will not heal. 
MONTGOMERY. 
The withered frame, the ruined mind, 
The wweck by passion left behind, 
A shriveled scroll, a scattered leaf, 
Seared by the autumn blast of grief. 
BYRon. 
Of her spirit’s grief 
She never spake. 

Mrs. Si¢.uRNEY. 


