90 LOVE’S T O KE N - F L O WE ES. 
WOODBINE. —Lonicera Periolxme- 
NOH. 
Fraternal Love. 
Come back, come back, my brother; we miss 
thee at the board 
Where wit’s diamond sparks are flashing-, while 
the ruby wine is poured ; 
We miss thy smile of quiet mirth—we miss the 
heart-beam bright, 
Which from thy calm and earnest eye sheds forth 
its genial light. 
Come back,, come back, my brother; we miss thee 
at the hour 
When the dew of Heaven falls silently on moon¬ 
lit tree and flower, 
We miss thy low and gentle voice—we miss the 
converse high, 
That bears us, as on angel wings, to commune 
with the sky. 
