70 miitt @Eata-3UI$. 
Of things that words can ne’er disclose, 
And naught hut this reveal so well. 
Then take my flower, and let its leaves 
Beside thy heart he cherished near, 
While that confiding heart receives 
The thought it whispers to thine ear. 
Token, 1830. 
White Water-Lilt.... Purity. 
The White Water-Lily is the Queen of the Waves, 
and reigns sole sovereign over the streams ; and it was 
a species of Water-Lily which the old Egyptians and 
ancient Indians worshipped—the most beautiful object 
that was held sacred in their superstitious creed, and 
one which we cannot look upon even now without feel¬ 
ing a delight mingled with reverence. No flower looks 
more lovely than this “ Lady of the Lake,” resting her 
crowned head on a green throne of velvet, and looking 
down into the depths of her own sky-reflecting realms, 
watching the dance, as her attendant water-nymphs 
keep time to the rocking of the ripples, and the dreamy 
swaying of the trailing water streams. 
Miller. 
Thine is a face to look upon and pray 
That a pure spirit keep thee—I would meet 
With one so gentle by the streams away, 
Living with nature; keeping thy pure feet 
For the unfingered moss, and for the grass 
Which leaneth where the gentle waters pass. 
