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Hope

HAWTHORN .

Fair Hope, with light and buoyant form,
Came smiling through the clouds of Care,
Glanced bright defiance on the storm,
And hung her bow of promise there.

Cruelty. Nettle

NETTLE .

More cruel far than murder's self is he,
Who, having kindled once love's Eden-bloom,
With warm Persuasion's spell, in some young heart,
E'er lets Indifference blight it or Neglect; —
For Love — true Love can flower but once in life,
In woman's life — the Aloe of her heart!