LOVE’S T O K E N - F L O W E R S. 
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Thy look of placid tenderness 
So fondly turned on me, 
My heart rehounds with sudden joy, 
Its sorrows are forgot; 
And all unmarked the clouds that now 
Have gathered o’er my lot. 
Beloved one, beloved one, 
When on thy glowing cheek, 
I see a pleasant smile again 
Of cheerful fancies speak, 
Methinks I hear Hope’s syren voice, 
She whispers that the hour 
Will come at length when peace may shed 
O’er both her pitying power. 
Beloved one, beloved one, 
Whene’er thy soft caress 
Is proffered in the gentle hour 
Of. tranquil tenderness, 
My heart o’erflows with grateful joy, 
Love’s pent-up streams once more 
O’er all my life’s swift fading flowers 
Their dews of freshness pour. 
