FLOWERS OF LOVE. 
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FLOWERS OF LOVE. 
With gray head bent toward the ground, 
While wandering through a Saxon vale, 
A pilgrim first the Yiolet found, 
Flinging its fragrance on the gale 
As he toward the holy shrine 
Journeyed along with wearied feet:— 
He smiled to think the saint divine 
Should him with such sweet odors meet. 
A Lover on the Indian sea, 
Sighiag for her left far behind, 
Inhaled the scented Jasmine-tree, 
As it perf’j n ed the evening wind : 
Shoreward he steer’d at dawn of day, 
And saw the coast all round embower’d, 
And brought a starry sprig away, 
For her by whose green cot it flower’d. 
