




FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Bay Leaf. 
“ The same through all its little life, — 
It changes but in dying.”—- G. W. Doanr. 
I CHANGE BUT IN DYING. 
I change but in dying, —I ’ll be faithful till death ; 
I will guard thee with care from pollution’s foul 
breath ; 
I promise that ne’er in neglect thou shalt pine ; 
I change but in dying, —say, wilt thou be mine ? 
I come not with riches, good fortune ne’er blest me, 
Yet she of less worth, — Miss-fortune carest me ; 
The light of true.love o’er thy pathway shall shine ; 
I change but in dying, — say, wilt thou be mine? 
I change but in dying, and no holier yow 
From lips mortal e’er came than I breathe to thee 
now ; 
It comes from a heart, with love for thee sighing ; 
Believe me, ’t is true, —I change but in dying. 
Joun 8S. ADAMS. 



























