70 DROPS FROM FLORA’S CDP. 
TIIE TULIP. 
Declaration of love. 
We met, we met, in childhood’s hour, 
"With many a witness nigh, 
Ere we had seen life's tempests lower, 
Or felt one anguished sigh, 
As hand in hand, in purity, 
We bowed at classic learning’s shrine. 
And though our hearts were bound in love, 
You ne’er then asked me to be thine. 
We met, we met; the glow of youth 
Was mantling on thy brow; 
And e’en the smile of candid truth 
Seems still to linger now, 
As arm in arm, beside some stream 
We strayed, or ’neath some clustering vine: 
Although thine eye would speak the tale, 
You never asked me to be thine. 
We met, we met; ’t was manhood’s hour, 
There was no witness nigh, 
And though we saw no tempest lower, 
’T was then you breathed a sigh. 
When in that sacred hour we met, 
You bowed at love’s most hallowed shrine; 
And where no eye but God’s beheld, 
You asked, I pledged thee, I’d be thine. 
