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LOVE OF NATURE. 



Immortal in bloom, 



Soft waves the Magnolia its groves of perfume, 

 And low bends the branch with rich fruitage depressed, 

 All glowing like gems in the crowns of the cast; 

 Then? the bright eye of nature in mild glory hovers: 

 'T is the land of the sunbeam, the green isle of lovers. 



Yamoyilen. 



SENTIMENT. 



I know, for thou hast told me, 



Thy maiden love of flowers; 

 Ah, those that deck thy gardens, 



Are pale, compared with ours. 

 When our wide woods and mighty lawns 



Bloom to the April skies, 

 The earth hath no more glorious sight 



To show to human eves. 

 Come, thou hast not forgotten 



Thy pledge and promise quite, 

 With many blushes murmured 



Beneath the evening light. 

 Come, the young violets crowd my door, 



Thy earliest look to win; 

 And at my silent window sill 



The jessamine peeps in. 

 All day the red-bird warbles 



Upon the mulberry near, 

 And the night-sparrow trills his song, 



All night, with none to hear. 



Bryant. 



