SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS. 23 
LILACH.— First Impressions of Love. 
Spirit of Love, soon thy rose-plumes wear 
The blight, and the canker, and sully of care; 
Falsehood is round thee, Hope leads thee on, 
Till every hue from thy pinions is gone; 
But one bright moment is all thine own, 
The one ere thy visible presence is known. 
Miss Lanbon. 
Ob, world of sweet phantoms, how precious thou art! 
Miss Lajndon. 
Oh, early love, too fair thou art, 
For earth too beautiful and pure; 
Fast fade thy day-dreams from the heart, 
But all thy waking woes endure. 
Mrs. Whitman. 
MOSSES.—ENNur. 
One word may read my heart, 
And that one word is utter weariness. 
Miss Landon. 
There will come an eve to a longer day, 
That will find thee tired—but not of play; 
When thou wilt lean, as thou leanest now, 
With drooping limbs and an aching brow, 
And wish the shadows would faster creep, 
And long to go to thy quiet sleep. 
Will is 
TULIP. —Declaration of Love. 
I HAVE a tale foi thee ; the Tulip’s pride 
Must tell thee with its rich and varied dyes 
My dream of ardent love, for never yet 
Have these same lips had power to whisper thee 
How warm hath been my passion • take my flower, 
And bid me breathe again. 
