ticc to Cervantea than of Moltena revisedby OaelU--WOMAN'S LOVE.A woman’s love, deep in the heart,Is like the violet flower,1 hat lifts its modest head apart hi some sequester'd bower ;And blest is he who finds that bloom,W ho sips its gentle sweets;He heeds not lifo'a oppressive gloom,Nor all the care he meets *A woman's love is like the spring Amid the wild alone,A burning wild, o’er which the wing f/T cloud is seldom thrown j And blest is he w ho meets that fount JJencath that sultry day ; flow gladly would his spirit mount !How pleasant be his way :A woman's love is like the rork That every tempest braves,And stands secure amid the shock,(ifocean's wildest waves;And blest is he to whom repose Within its shade is given ;The world, with a!) its cares 'and woes, Seems less like earth than heaven.’