26 love’s token-flowers. 
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Thus doth my spirit turn to thee, 
My guiding star o’er life’s wild sea. 
How have I thought of thee ? as kneels 
The Persian at the shrine 
Of his resplendent god, to watch 
His earliest glories shine ; 
Thus doth my spirit bow to thee, 
My soul’s own radiant deity. 
PURPLE LILAC. —Strxnoa. 
First emotions of love. 
The time has been when my young heart 
Was like an untried lute, 
Full of earth’s sweetest melodies, 
Yet all untouched and mute, 
Save when, perchance a passing breath, 
Like zephyr’s laden wings, 
Might call a broken melody 
Forth from its silent strings. 
