THE GERANIUM PLANT.

��HOLD up thy head, thou timid voyager!

Vex d by the storm-clouds as they darkly roll, And by the fiercely tossing waves that stir

Thy slender root, and try thy gentle soul, S;nl change from thy sweet garden, where the dew

Kach morning glistened in thy grateful eye, And where the roughest guest thy bosom knew

Were busy bee or gadding butterfly : It grieves me sore to see thy beauties fade,

Wearing the plague-spot of the sickening spray, And know what trouble I for thee have made ;

Yet still bear on, meek partner of my way, For in thy life I hold the flowery chain Of home and its delights, here, on the lonely main.

Poor little companion ! tossed up and down, till thou art almost shaken out of thy scanty vase of earth, how sorry I am for thee. True sympathies there are be tween us, in this matter of pining heartache. I fear thou wilt be a martyr to the constancy with which thou hast followed me. Thou dost not like this never-rest-

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