AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
ILLUSTRATION OF PLATE. 
Pansies. — Broom. 
My heart would be at ease, if my solitude were blest with your 
society. 
If thou wert here, my fairy-queen ! 
With all thy graces, wiles, and spells, 
How soon would show this sylvan scene, 
What magic in thy presence dwells ! 
The crests of foam the wavelets wear, 
Would change to crowns of living pearl; 
And balm would be the ambient air, 
And radiant joy the sun, my girl! 
F. s. o. 
