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He marked their blended hues 
With sad reproachful eye ; 
For one was the symbol of thoughtless mirth 
And one of coquetry. 
Yet he would not be baffled thus : 
So he brought for my crystal vase 
The rose-geranium’s tender bloom, 
And the blushing hawthorn’s grace, 
And a brilliant and fresh bouquet 
Of the rich moss-rose he bore, 
Whose eloquent buds, with dewdrops pearled, 
Were full of the heart’s deep lore. 
I could not refuse the gift, 
Though 1 knew the spell it wove ; — 
But I gave him back a snow-white bud : 
“ Too young — too young to love.” 
Mrs. Sigourney. 
