OLEANDER. 



(Continued.) 



Nor idly sported with his lambent fires, 

 His quiet joys, and innocent desires, 

 Thou hadst not found, when it was all too late, 

 The dart of love is often that of fate. 



Ah silly, silly heart ! I told thee so ; 

 But I will school thee yet to hide thy wo. 



Holier e. Translated by C***e. 



What could I more ? 



I warn'd thee, I admonish'd thee, foretold 

 The danger, and the lurking enemy 

 That lay in wait Milton. 



OLIVE. 

 Olea. 



Peace. 



I hold the olive in my hand : my words are as full of 

 peace, as of matter Shaks. 



Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountain. 



Sweet peace, who long hath shunn'd my plaintive lay, 

 Consents at length to bring me short delight. Collins. 



If after tempest come such calms, 



May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! 



Shaks. 



* * * * * welcome as day 

 After a night of storms, with fairer beams 

 Returning ; welcome as the liquid lapse 

 Of fountain to the thirsty traveller. 



JEschylus* Agamemnon. 



ORANGE BLOSSOM. 

 Citrus aurantium. 



Your purity equals 

 your loveliness. 



Nought can be diviner 



Than the blue meaning of those soft spring eyes 

 Young, vernal-looking, filled with vernal life ; 

 Whose peace surpasscth all we know of strife, 

 Telling of thoughts all pure and bright within, 

 Untouched by sorrow, unalloyed by sin. . . . Anon. 



There are creatures yet who bless 

 This earth with so much loveliness, 

 As if they had escaped the blight, 

 The first transgression shed o'er all, 

 And still preserved the souls's pure light, 

 Undimm'd, unfaded from the fall. 

 Or were some young bright spirits strayed 

 From their own far-off world of bliss, 

 In beauty's loveliest charms array'd, 

 To make a paradise of this S.P.C. 



