THE KETEOSPECT. 



"Willow-herb, St. Lewis' flower^, 

 And the regal Meadow-sweet™, 



By the cascade's dewy shower. 

 Like old friends in converse, meet. 



In the mystic hour of gloaming n, 



To the fancy's aiiy flights. 

 Look they to be gliding, roaming, — 



As it were unearthly sprites. 



Thus, as life is onward winding 

 By the " banks and braes" of Time, 



Many a joy our souls are finding, — 

 Piu'c and fi-esh as morning's prime ; — 



Happy moments, festal pleasures, 



Breathings of the heart to heart. 

 Holy friendship's priceless treasures, 



Sweets that thoughts of Heaven impart. 



• F!eur-de-Luce, or Yellow Iris. 



™ Queen of the Meadow. 



" "Gloaming, or gloamin (Sax. Glomung], fall of the evening, the twilight. 

 This is sometimes called tlie edge of the evening. In Saxon, this word was ap- 

 plied to the dawn, as well as to the twilight." — Imp. Dictionary. 



