DELICATE BEAUTY. 
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FLOWER OF AN HOUR. 
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Hibiscus trionum. 
Language —DELICATE BEAUTY. 
Spring Las no blossom fairer than thy form, 
Winter no snow wreath purer than thy mincl; 
The dewdrop trembling to the morning beam 
Is like thy smile, pure, transient, heaven refined. 
Mbs. L. I. Pierson. 
She has a glowing heart, they say, 
Though calm her seeming be ; 
And oft that warm heart’s lovely play 
Upon her cheek I see. 
Her cheek is almost always pale, 
And marble cold it seems ; 
But a soft color quivers there, 
At times, in rosy gleams. 
Some sudden throb of love, or grief, 
Or pity, or delight, 
And lo! a flush of beauty, brief, 
But passionately bright! 
A J Mbs. Osgood. 
There was a soft and pensive grace, 
A cast of thought upon her face, 
That suited well the forehead high, 
The eyelash dark, and downcast eye. 
The mild expression spoke a mind 
In duty firm, composed, resigned. Kokeby . 
