16 THE BOUQUET. 



Turns from the scene, with gentle sigh, 



Thus musing on the flow'rets bright 



That deck'd the beautious bride ; 



" So lovingly they seem'd to rest 



" Upon her fair and sinless breast, 



" I could not take them thence — ah ! there, 



*' More bright than in my bower they were ; 



" Methought they look'd as born to grace 



" Her radiant form and blooming face — 



" The gentle sunhght of her eye 



" Beam'd o'er them like the genial sky 



" And seem'd their native ray ; 



*' Her balmy sighs play'd round their leaves, 



" As, in the hush of summer eves, 



" The whispering south winds play ; 



" And from her glowing cheek they won 



" A hue, like that the setting Sun 



•' Sheds o'er the smiling Earth : — 



" 'Twas well to deck that lovely bride 



" With my sweet flowers ; for thus allied 



*' To beauty, purity and worth, 



*' They seem'd, indeed, like gifts divine, 



" Plac'd on a fair and fitting shrine 



" As offerings to Heaven." 



The musing Fay 

 Now plum'd her wing and soar'd away. 

 As on she flew, hope's witching strain 

 Awakened pleasant thoughts again, 

 And bade her seek in other scenes 

 The treasures of her bower. 

 She paus'd within a narrow street 

 Where day's bright smile but faintly fell ; 

 Where Heaven's pure air could rarely gre«'» 



