80 flora’s dial. 
Mmxe 7. 
BED TULIP. — Declaration of Love. 
There is a broad and placid stream, 
In Oregon’s deep solitudes ; 
There stilly sleeps the moon’s pale beam, 
And silence in its bosom broods ; 
But deep, and broad, and grand, and free, 
It marcheth to the open sea ! 
And thus the current of my love, — 
Like Oregon’s majestic sweep, 
Silent and still, — yet broad and deep ! 
J. W. H. 
lime 8. 
Y ABIE GATED TULIP. — Splendid Dyes. 
Longwhile I sought to what I might compare 
Those powerful eyes which lighten my dark sprite ; 
Yet find I naught on earth to which I dare 
Besemble the image of their goodly light. 
Not to the Sun, — for they do shine by night ; — 
Not to the Moone, — for they are changed never ; 
Not to the Stars, — for they have purer sight ; — 
Not to the fire, — for they consume not ever. 
Then to them Maker’s self they likest be, 
Whose light doth lighten all that here we see. 
Spencer. f 
