AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
ILLUSTRATION OF PLATE. 
Myrtle .— Sweetbrier .•— Lucern. 
Love is the poetry of life. 
Young Love is knocking at your heart; — 
Open the lattice! let him in! 
And blush not thus — nor sigh and start! 
Love is not Shame, nor Grief, nor Sin. 
Love is an angel in disguise! 
Sent, with a band of brilliant flowers, 
To bind the soul that, exiled, sighs, 
And lead it home to Eden’s bowers. 
Yield to the chain that heavenward woos; 
Go! linked with Love, in bonds so sweet! — 
His wings will shower their rainbow hues, 
His wreath, its fragrance round your feet. 
F. s. o. 
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