love’s token-flowers. 
PERIWINKLE.— Vinca Major 
Sweet Remembrances. 
Oh ! lovely is yon sunset sky, 
As fades the dying day, 
And tranquil are the rippling waves 
That in its glories play ; 
A woodland odor fills the breeze, 
And bloom is on the bough,— 
But where, mid all this outward joy, 
Are the hopes of childhood now 1 
The voice of song is breathing round 
When summer zephyrs sigh, 
And rippling waves in music wake 
Upon the shore to die, 
A thousand symphonies are heard 
Amid Spring’s rosy bowers, 
But we miss the music of the heart 
That charmed our early hours. 
