Jasmine. — Strawberry.—Tulip 
Your amiability, an<b the excellence of your character, have compelled 
me to declare my love. 
’Twas not the glossy, golden flow 
Of tresses richly braided, 
’Twas not the dimpled rose below, 
"Whose soul-fed smile they shaded! 
Those dark-fringed eyes of brilliant blue, 
Whose glances talk in light, love, 
Thy fragrant lips’ deep, carmine hue, 
Thy hand so soft and slight, love; 
It was not these — though these excel, 
In thee, all others’ beauty;— 
It was not these, that wove the spell, 
And won my love and duty. 
Thy heart is like the Jasmine-bell, 
It yields its wealth of feeling; 
Like perfume from the blossom’s cell, 
On every zephyr stealing. 
Thy mina is like the Strawberry vine, 
In all. its bright gradations;— 
The flowers — its graceful fancies shine, 
The fruit—its sweet creations! 
I’ve twined with these a Tulip rich, 
Within whose heart of fire, 
Thou’It read a deep, warm passion, which 
Can never change or tire! 
f. s. o. 
