se gracious words revive my drooping pn Pi 
a give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak, Shaks 
. I spy some pity in thy looks......... 
Do not hold forth a grace, then snatch it from me. 
Aeschylus’ s Prometheus Chained. 
CHRYSANTHEMUM, Rose cotor. ne ree he burst, and if I speak, 
I speak, that so my heart may burst. . Shaks. 
CHRYSANTHEMUM INDICUM. 
Yet, 
Why should I blush to own I love?— 
That virtue holds my wane in eel. . Hf, K. White. 
Oh, she had yet the task to learn, 
How often woman’s heart must turn 
That yields a sanctuary to love 
—e 
CHRYSANTHEMUM, Wurre. . All my offering must be 
: Truth, and spotless constancy. ...... 
Truth needs no flowers of speech. . 
True as the needle to the pole, 
Or as the dial to the sun; > 
Constant as gliding waters roll, 
Whose swelling tides ter the moon 
ih SSA ot YB From every other charmer fi 
NY Y Va || ff ZAP My life, and Jove, shall follow thee......... Booth. 
SY 
SOE: 
CHRYSANTHEMUM INDICUM. 
ANSWER, 
How sweet the words of trut 
Breathed from the lips of ox ee oS 
“a gl byte your ur lips, Ps, ; . 
When your swear that you'll love me forever. . . Moore. 
Thy words had such a melting flow, i 
And spoke of truth so sw — well, 
They dropped like heaven’s se 
And all was brightness hoes’ ae fell! 
Her heart all love, her soul all truth. 
Oe 
CHRYSANTHEMUM, Yetiow. SucuTep tove. Still dashed with blushes for her slighted love. 
Addison's 
Was it for this I loved him so, 
And lavished hopes'that brightly shone. . . 
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CHRYSANTHEMUM INDICUM. 
