THE BOUQUET. 
f) 
Turns from the scene, with gentle sigh. 
Thus musing on the flow’rets bright 
That deck’d the beautious bride ; 
“ So lovingly they seem’d to rest 
“ Upon her fair and sinless breast, 
“ I could not take them thence — ah ! there, 
“ More bright than in my bovver they were ; 
“ Methought they look’d as born to grace 
“ Her radiant form and blooming face — 
“ The gentle sunlight of her eye 
“ Beam’d o’er them like the genial skv 
“ And seem’d their native ray ; 
“ Her balmy sighs play’d round their leaves, 
“ As, in the hush of summer eves, 
“ The whispering south winds play ; 
“ And from her glowing cheek they won 
“ A hue, like that the setting Sun 
“ Sheds o’er the smiling Earth :— 
“ ’Twas well to deck that lovely bride 
“ With my sweet flowers; for thus allied 
“ To beauty, purity and worth, 
“ They seem’d, indeed, like gifts divine, 
“ Plac’d on a fair and fitting shrine 
“ As offerings to Heaven.” 
The musing Fay 
Now plum’d her wing and soar’d away. 
As on she flew, hope’s witching strain 
Awakened pleasant thoughts again, 
And bade her seek in other scenes 
The treasures of her bower, 
She paus’d within a narrow street 
Where day’s bright smile but faintly fell; 
Where Heaven’s pure air could rarely gre«>i 
