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THE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
But, ah! one summer’s day, love, 
I saw that bird depart; 
The truant flew thy way, love, 
And nestled in thy heart. 
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fa There is a lesson in each flower, 
M A story in each stream and bower; 
as On every herb on which you tread 
rS Are writen words which, rightly read. 
Will lead you from earth’s fragrant sod, 
f lo hope, and holiness, and God. 
Allan Cunningham. 
THE WITHERED ROSE. 
Fairest flower, the pride of Spring, 
Blooming, beauteous, fading thing! 
’Tis as yesterday, when first, 
Forth thy blushing beauties burst, 
And I marked thy bosom swell, 
And I caught thy balmy smell, 
Fondly hoping soon to see 
All thy full-blown symmetry ;— 
But I came—and lo ! around, 
Sadly strewn upon the ground, 
Lovely, livid leaves I see— 
Oh! can these be all of thee!— 
I would weep, for so I’ve known 
Many a vivid vision flown; 
