44 love’s 
token - flowers. 
' Was bright as April sunlight: in her eye 
Was hope with sadness blended, as if joy 
Had been so long a stranger to her heart 
That now she scarce dared welcome it. 
She spoke— 
And the low accents of her voice were sweet, 
Yet melancholy as the moaning w ave . 
.■■Love must win love’-oh! were not these 
the words, 
The blessed words he uttered ! While my heart 
With life and feeling throbs, I must remember , 
How like the freshening dews of heaven they j 
came, 
Waking new hopes, renewing faded dreams. 
And thrilling all my frame with sudden joy.” 
j She paused, and her light fingers touched the 
harp, 
Calling out low and plaintive symphonies ; 
Then, as with bolder touch she swept the 
strings, 
Her voice broke forth responsive, and she 
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sung 
