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THE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
’Tis pity Nature brought ye forth 
Merely to show your worth, 
And lose you quite. 
But you are lovely leaves, wnere we 
May read how soon things have 
Their end though ne’er so brave: 
And after they have shown their pride 
Like you, awhile; they glide 
Into the grave. 
Herrick. 
FLOWERS. % 
Ye are the Scriptures of the earth, (a 
Sweet flowers fair aud frail; raj 
A sermon speaks in every bud Q 
That woos the summer gale. 
THE BOUQUET. 
MIGNONETTE TO VIOLET. 
Accept the flowers Affection sends: 
In their united name she blends 
A gentle fairy spell— 
A mossy bud plucked from the rose— 
A myrtle spray, whence fragrance flows— 
A beauteous azure bell; 
