24 . Crocu5. 
I loved them then, I love them now — 
The gentle and the bright ; 
I love them for the thoughta they bring 
Of spring's returning light ; 
When, first-born of the waking earth. 
Their kindred gay appear, 
And, with the Snowdrop, usher in 
The hope-invested year. 
Louisa A, Timmley 
You're glad 
Because your little tiny nose, 
Turns up so pert and funny ; 
Because I know you choose your beaux 
More for their mirth than money ; 
Because your eyes are deep and blue, — 
Your fingers long and rosy ; 
Because a little maid like you 
Would make one's home so cozy ; 
Because, I think, (I'm just so weak,) 
That some of these fine morrows 
You'll listen while you hear me speak 
My story, and w.y sorrows ! 
Anon 
Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed, 
Less pleasing when possest ; 
The tear forgot as soon as shed, 
The sunshine of the breast; 
Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue ; 
Wild wit, invention ever new, 
And lively cheer of vigour boi'n ; 
