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THE LOVER S OFFERING, 
TO MY LOVELY FLOWER—SYMBOLIZED 
AND DEAREST LOVER. 
O pretty plants beneath the sky, 
I love to see you ere you die; 
For you have language sweet and strong;— 
Tint, fragrance, beauty, form your tongue; 
I’ll write your sentiments just now ; 
And them I will my lover show. 
Strong is my Ipomocea for thee, O thou who art 
always in my estimation Indian Pink. My Ipo- 
mcea amounts to a German Iris, and is character¬ 
ized by Ivy, and it shall be my ambition to be Ivy 
with sprigs. O let me never have to say Ice 
Plant, or Indian Scabious. It would be a dreadful 
Indian Plum, and would destroy my Iceland Moss. 
But I will rely upon your Ivy, and I hope soon to 
have Iris, to send you, even American Linden. 
Therefore, Hawthorn, and remember Bay Leaf. 
