AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. S9 
It may be a fable — I thought it so: 
And so it will seem, perhaps, to you. 
But he said the queen of fairy-land — 
The elfin Venus, wild and bright, 
With a wave of her tiny, star-tipped wand, 
Could charm these delicate doves to flight! 
At play in her firefly-lighted bower, 
He had heard her order her blooming car; 
And she smiled, as she soared in the azure flower, 
As smiles, in yon blue heaven, a star! 
Oh! could I only summon her here, 
And bid her bewitch the birds once more! 
How fit a phseton this, my dear, 
To waft us lovers the wild wave o’er! 
You should be queen of a fairy realm! 
There’s a trifling fault in the vehicle—true: 
It is rather too small for both , my gem: 
And so it will seem, I fear, to you! 
f. s. o. 
FOLLOW ME. 
STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 
The star-like flowers of this plant are common among the 
grass in our pastures. 
