AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 51 
ILLUSTRATION OF PLATE. 
Jasmine. — Strawberry.—Tulip 
Your amiability, and the excellence of your character, have compelled 
me to declare my love. 
’Twas not the glossy, golden flow 
Of tresses richly braided, 
’Twas not the dimpled rose below, 
Whose soul-fed smile they shaded! 
Those dark-fringed eyes of brilliant blue, 
Whose glances talk in light, love, 
Thy fragrant lips’ deep, carmine hue, 
Thy hand so soft and slight, love; 
It was not these — though these excel, 
In thee, all others’ beauty; — 
It was not these, that wove the spell, 
And won my love and duty. 
Thy heart is like the Jasmine-bell, 
It yields its wealth of feeling; 
Like perfume from the blossom’s cell, 
On every zephyr stealing. 
Thy mind is like the Strawberry vine, 
In all its bright gradations; — 
The flowers — its graceful fancies shine, 
The fruit—its sweet creations! 
I’ve twined with these a Tulip rich, 
Within whose heart of fire, 
Thou’It read a deep, warm passion, which 
Can never change or tire! 
f. s. o. 
