40 DEOPS FBOM FLOEA’S CUP. 
SWEET LAVENDER. 
MBS. STEICKLAND. 
Sweet lavender! I love thy flower 
Of meek and modest blue, 
Which meets the morn and evening hour, 
The storm, the sunshine, and the shower, 
And changeth not its hue. 
In cottage-maid’s parterre thou ’rt seen. 
In simple, touching grace; 
And in the garden of the queen, 
’Midst costly plants and blossoms sheen, 
Thou also hast a place. 
The rose, with bright and peerless bloom, 
Attracted many eyes; 
But while her glories and perfume 
Expire before brief summer’s doom, 
Thy fragrance never dies. 
0, thou art emblem of the friend, 
Who, whatso’er our lot, 
The balm of faithful love will lend; 
And, true and constant to the end, 
May die, but alters not. 
