OB, LANGUAGE OF FLCAVEBS. 181 
A WISH. 
May angels guard thee, lovely maiden, 
And from dangers keep thee free; 
With richest blessings be thou laden, 
Bestow’d by heavenly love on thee. 
May thy life be paths of roses 
Yielding fragrance and delight; 
And when at last thy dear life closes, 
Mayst thou wake to heavenly light! 
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TO THE ACACIA. 
A lovely thing art thou to me, 
My beautiful Acacia tree ; 
Rising so graceful from the earth, 
Thou scarcely seemst to owe thy birth 
Unto the dust. 
Amidst thy clust’ring boughs of green 
Thy snowy flowers are lightly seen, 
Looking so purely white and fair, 
Like moon-beams frozen in the air, 
Ere caught by earth. 
And oft when fairies hold their court 
Beneath thy shade, they gaily sport, 
The while amidst thy leaves the breeze, 
While whispers soft, accompanies 
Their merry notes. 
