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She spake not to his pleading look, 
But turned her blushing cheek, 
As from the scattered sprigs she. took 
The Balm , these words to speak — 
‘ If truth be thine — if manly faith 
Within thy bosom glows, 
This simple herb a meaning hath, 
And sympathy bestows;’ 
He seized the herb; the hand so fair 
He pressed within his own, 
Then placed the tell-tale Cowslip there, 
To breathe in Love’s low tone; 
‘ One more, hut one, before we close 
This game to me so dear; 
A hyacinth, a pink, a rose, — 
One more } my lady fair!’ 
