80 FLORA’S DIAL. 
lunc 7. 
TIED TULIP. — Declaration of Love. 
There is a broad and placid stream, 
In Oregon’s deep solitudes ; 
There stilly sleeps the moon’s pale beam, 
And silence in its bosom broods ; 
But deep, and broad, and grand, and free, 
It marcheth to the open sea! 
. And thus the current of my love,— 
Like Oregon’s majestic sweep, 
Silent and still, — yet broad and deep ! 
J. W. H. 
Suite S. 
VARIEGATED TULIP. — Splendid Dyes. 
Longwhile I sought to what I might compare 
Those powerful eyes which lighten my dark sprite ; 
Yet find I naught on earth to which I dare 
Resemble the image of their goodly light. 
Not to the Sun, —for they do shine by night; — 
Not to the Moonc, — for they are changed never; 
Not to the Stars, —for they have purer sight; — 
Not to the fire, — for they consume not ever. 
Then to their Maker’s self they likost be, 
Whose light doth lighten all that here we see. 
Spencer. 
