134 FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE. 
LILAC. 
Syringa. 
Language — FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOYE. 
Our love came as the early clew 
Comes unto drooping flowers ; 
Dropping its first sweet freshness on 
Our life’s dull, lonely hours. 
As each pale blossom lifts its head 
Revived with blessings nightly shed 
By summer breeze and dew, 
O, thus our spirits rose beneath 
Love’s gentle dews and living breath, 
To drink of life anew! 
Mes. Nichols. 
O, precious is the flower that passion brings 
To his first shrine of beauty, when the heart 
Runs over in devotion, and no art 
Checks the free gush of the wild lay he sings; 
But the rapt eye, and the impetuous thought 
Declare the pure affection. 
Simms. 
O, the days are gone when beauty bright 
My heart chain wove ; 
When my dream of life, from morn till night, 
Was love, still love ! 
New hope may bloom, and days may come 
Of milder, calmer beam, 
But there’s nothing half so sweet in life 
As love’s young dream. 
Mooes. 
