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FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Blue Canterbury Bell. 
A beautiful flower, with a deep rich color. 
CONSTANCY. 
She clung to him, with woman’s love 
Like ivy to the oak, 
While on his head, with crushing force, 
Earth’s chilling tempest broke. 
And when the world looked cold on him, 
And blight hung on his name, 
She soothed his cares with woman’s love, 
And bade him rise again. 
When care had furrowed o’er his brow, 
And clouded his young hours; 
She wove amidst his crown of thorns, 
A wreath of Loyve’s own flowers. 
And never did that wreath decay, 
Or one bright floweret wither ; 
For woman’s tears e’er nourished them, 
That they might bloom forever. 
‘t is ever thus with woman’s love, 
True till life’s storms have passed 3 
And like the vine around the tree, 
It braves them to the last. 

Saturday Courier. 
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