THE FLOWER VASE. 
116 
PM—WHITE. 
Dianthus albus. Class 10. ■— Order 2. 
Boot perennial. Flowers very fragrant. 
Lovely and pure Affection. 
I never have loved thee — yet strange tho* it be, 
So soft are the feelings I cherish for thee, 
That the wildest of passions could never impart 
More joy to my soul, or more bliss to my heart. 
They come o’er my breast in my happiest hours, 
They come like the south wind that ruffles the 
flowers, 
A thrilling of softness, a thrilling of bliss — 
Say, is there no name for a passion like this? 
It cannot be friendship — it cannot be love; 
Yet I know the sweet feeling descends from above, 
For it takes from my bosom no portion of ease, 
Yet adds all the rapture, the pleasure of these; 
For so soft the emotion my spirit hath nursed, 
It is warm as the last, and more pure than the first; 
For my heart when near thine grows soft as a 
dove— 
Yet it cannot be friendship — it cannot be love. 
Mrs. Amelia B. Wblbt. 
