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THE ALBANIAN LOVE LETTER. 
Seeing how far one’s stock will reach ; 
Taking due care one’s flowers of speech 
To guard from blight as well as bathos, 
And watering, every day, one s pathos. 
A letter comes just gathered, we 
Doat on its tender brilliancy ; 
Inhale its delicate expression 
Of balm and pea ; and its confession, 
Made with as sweet a maiden blush 
As ever morn bedew’d in bush ; 
And then, when we have kissed its wit. 
And heart, in water putting it, 
To keep its remarks fresh, go round 
Our little eloquent plot of ground ; 
And with delighted hands compose 
Our answer, all of lily and rose, 
Of tuberose and of violet, 
And little darling (mignionette) ; 
And gratitude and polyanthus, 
And flowers that say, “ Felt never man thus!” 
