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Floral Poetry. 
MYRTLE OFFERING, 
fbunm to Terms. 
ODDESS ! I do love a girl 
Ruby-lipt, and toothed with pearl ? 
If so be I may but prove 
Lucky in this Maid I love ; 
I will promise there shall be 
Myrtles offered up to Thee. 
Herrick. 
THE MYRTLE BOUGH. 
S TILL green, along our sunny shore, 
The flowering Myrtle waves, 
As when its fragrant boughs of yore 
Were offered on the graves- 
The graves, wherein our mighty men 
Had rest, unviolated then. 
Still green it waves! as when the hearth 
Was sacred through the land ; 
And fearless was the banquet’s mirth, 
And free the minstrel’s hand ; 
And guests, with shining Myrtle crowned, 
Sent the wreathed lyre and wine-cup round. 
Still green ! as when on holy ground 
The tyrant’s blood was poured : 
Forget ye not what garlands bound 
The young deliverer’s sword ! 
'Though earth may shroud Harmodius now, 
We still have sword and Myrtle bough ! 
Mrs. Hemans. 
