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THE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
And yet thou call’dst me thy peerless one, 
And vow’d we never should part. 
O thou traitor base, thy vows were sand, 
Thy heart is hollow and mean; 
I wish I had never heard thy voice,— 
Thy perfidious face ne’er seen. 
But it is over now, the die is cast! 
What does thy conscience say ? 
I weep, I am lone, and without hope — 
O cruel thus to betray ! 
Gu. 
—— 
THE LILY; 
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. 
Flower of light! forget thy birth, 
Daughter of the sordid earth, 
Lift the beauty of thine eye 
To the blue ethereal sky. 
While thy graceful buds unfold 
Silver petals starr’d with gold, 
Let the bee among thy bells, 
Rifle their ambrosial cells, 
And the nimble-pinion’d air 
Waft thy breath to heaven, like prayer; 
Cloud and sun alternate shed 
Gloom or glory round thy head ; 
