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THE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
personal curiosity to know; for we do all 
these things, and a good many more. If 
any other angels have hovered about us 
than angelic flowers, we make an especial 
request to them not, hereafter, to be so 
shy about it. Our natural eye would de¬ 
light to behold in veritable substance all 
the flower-spirits which our ideality spies 
lurking in our garden blossoms. 
H May the Flame of Love never burn 
the Spark that kindled it. 
TO THEE. 
Oh ! were I but a sweet, sweet bird, 
That flies from tree to tree, 
With sweetest note that e’er was beard 
I would sit and sing to thee. 
Ob! were I but a smiling flower, 
Which blooms on sunny lea, 
I would seek thee, dearest, every hour, 
And give my sweets to thee. 
Ob! were I but a gallant steed, 
I would bear thee, gentle maid, 
