Sarah Lcuisa P. Smith. 
n^HEY were gathered for a bridal I 
I knew it by their hue: 
Fair as the Summer moonlight 
Upon the sleeping dew. 
From their fair and fairy sisters 
They were borne, without a sigh, 
For one remembered evening, 
To blossom and to die. 
They were gathered for a bridal! 
And fastened in a wreath ; 
But purer were the Roses 
Than the heart that lay beneath ; 
Yet the beaming eye was lovely, 
And the coral lip was fair, 
And the gazer looked, and ask’d not 
For the secret hidden there, 
