dtf S E N T I BI E N T OF FLOWERS. 



JMYRTLE.— Love. 



There is to youth one love; 



Intense, devoted, pure. 

 One dream, all other dreams above, • 



Deep, passionate, and sure. 

 Its colors blend with every joy, 



In every hope are wrought ; 

 It is the load star to the boy, 



His sole engrossing thought. 



J. H. Bright. 



Love will bear 

 What would weigh down an angel's -wing to earth, 

 And still look heavenward. 



L. E. L. 



" It is an ever fixed mark. 

 It is the star of every wandering bark. 

 It looks on tempests and is never shaken." 



Shakspeare. 

 We loved : our love was like a chord of music, 

 Such as the wind that sweeps a lute draws forth, 

 Meeting a passive echo from another. 

 It was a vision such as blessed spirits 

 Dream of in heaven, their earthly days recalling. 



Halm. 

 The world that 1 had known went by 

 As a vain shadow, on mine eye 



There rose a new and dreamful one, 

 'Twas like the cloudy realms that lie, 

 Shadowy and brief, in Autumn's sky 

 Before the setting sun. 



Whittier. 

 I loved, as those love who but one image know 

 In the blue sky above, on the bright earth below ; 

 I had not a thought in which thou hadst no part. 

 In the wide world I sought but a place in thy heart. 



L. E. L. 



