80 flora’s dial. 
Itme 7. 
EED 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 B. 
VARIEGATED TULIP. — Splendid Dyes. 
Longwhile I sought to what I might compare 
Those powerful eyes which lighten my dark sprite J 
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 their Maker’s self they likest be, 
Whose light doth lighten all that here we see. 
Spencer. 
