cm are Perfect, 
Epicuriauus cries, 
“ You are perfect,” to I 
Lady, to my heart and ej 
All perfection seemetl 
You are rich, in Garden 
Attractions, Ranunculus. 
Ranunculus beds with rich and varied dyes. 
Excite our admiration and surprise; 
But on thy beauties, maiden, when we gaze, 
Far greater power have they to gladden and amaze 
You are without Rose 
Pretension. _ Campic 
unadorned simplicity, 
A simple flower I offer thee, 
’Tis like thyself, without pretension, 
To challenge general attention. 
'ou Freeze me, Ice I 
You freeze me, oh, you freeze me, 
With that look so bleak and chili 
Death seems about to seize me. 
And ice my veins to fill. 
You Please all, Ripe Currants. 
Oh there is a fruit 
That all palates may suit, 
Tis the fruit of the ribes, so crystalline; 
There’s a maid from guile free, 
Pleaseth not only me. 
But all who come near her,—Oh, would she were 
mine! 
W - 'Shi' - 
