[Written for the Sentinel]

"But Love alway!"

I wandered in a garden sweet, Whose quaint old-fashioned flowersLet fall their petals at my feet In soft and scented showers!

I paused beside an old sun-dial And watched the sunlight shiningUpon its upturned face, the while I marked the day's declining!

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