
FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Alyssum. 
WORTH BEYOND BEAUTY. 

They tell me that thou art not fair, 
That beauty is not thine; 
That from thine eye no glance is thrown 
Which they might call ‘ divine.” 
They laugh at me because I chose 
Thee from the giddy throng ; 
But they do not know the treasures dear 
That to thy heart belong. 
Beauty, when sickness comes, will fade, 
"T will faint, and droop, and die ; 
But Worth with tenfold power will shine, 
When sorrows gather nigh. 
For what is Beauty? ’t is as dreams, 
That quickly pass away ; 
And what is Worth? ’t is what it seems, 
And never will decay. 
True worth will live beyond the grave, 
Tl will pierce Death’s shadowy mist, 
And near the throne of God on high 
Eternally exist. 
JoHN S. ADAMS. 

