HAWTHORN. 



(Continued.) 



This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, 

 May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet. 



Shaks. 



Answer. 

 I feel a dawn of joy break in upon me! . . Addison. 



Thy words have darted hope into my soul, 



And comfort dawns upon me Southern. 



Oh ! speak that again ! 

 Sweet as the syren's tongue those accents fall. Southey. 



Oh, it came o'er my soul, like the sweet south 



That breathes upon a bank of violets, 



Stealing and giving odour ! Shaks. 



'Twas whisper'd balm, 'twas sunshine spoken ! Moore. 



I 'd live years of grief and pain, 



To have my long sleep of sorrow broken 



By such benign, blessed sounds, again. . . . same. 



HEART'S EASE, Forget me not. 



Yellow and Purple. 



Viola tricolor. 



Though we should meet no more, 

 Sweet maid, forget me not. . . 



Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee ; 

 Think of him thy love had bless'd ! . . . 



Anon. 



Byron. 



He ne'er will forget the short vision that threw 

 Its enchantments around him, while lingering with you. 



Moore. 



t " Forget me not, when others gaze 

 Enamoured on thee, with the looks of praise. 

 When weary leagues between us both are cast, 

 And each dull hour seems heavier than the last, 

 Oh ! then forget me not !" 



Answer. 



Remember thee, and all thy pains 



And all thy love for me ! 

 Yes ! while a breath, a pulse remains, 



Will I remember thee ! Montgomery. 



Oh ! think of her who holds thee dear ! 

 And think that thou art all to her. . 



Byron. 



May joy thy steps attend, 

 And mayest thou find in every form a friend ; 

 With care unsullied be thy every thought, 

 And in thy dreams of home, forget me not! . Song. 



