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LAVENDER. Clou 14. Order 1. Indigenous to 



, spika. fiEA'SaJ 



and white quite fragrant 

 ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. 



She sent him Lavender, owning her love. 



Shak*pear. 



SENTIMENT. 



T is morning, yet I am not gay 

 T is spring, and yet I only sigh 



My pleasures all are flown away ; 

 Oh ! who can tell me where or why ? 



It was not so before for bright 



As summer clouds were all my dreams; 



No mist could hide the rosy light, 

 That seemed on all to pour its beams. 



In autumn, when the chill winds blew 

 My playmate birds all went away 



I did not weep, for well I knew 

 They 'd come again some happy day. 



But now I 'm weary of them all, 



And vaguely dream I know not why, 

 Of music softer than the call 



Of birds at evening whispering nigh. 



Token, 1831. 

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