FLOWER EMBLEMS . 
Sure they are come from so*me bright sphere, 
Where there is Spring throughout the year. 
Its music still is on your ear, 
A shadowy beam, 
A spell that weaves o’er all things here 
A golden dream. 
And while with you so merrily, 
With your blue eyes I seem to see 
O’er all around a gladsome glee, 
No care obtruding, 
On bird and flower strange revelry 
And glory brooding. > 
My bonny blue-eyed cherub thing’, 
A cherub,—had you but its wing — 
But then, I know, away you’d spring 
With all your gladness, 
Nor soil your sweet apparelling 
With sin and sadness. 
What shall I call you ? My bright gem. 
Best jewel on love’s diadem—- 
A bud of heaven on life’s poor stem— 
A blue-eyed flower— 
Star peeping through night’s blue-robed hem. 
Beauty’s own dower ? 
Oh, no, you are the little Bess, 
A little spirit sent to bless 
All round you, neither more or less— 
A pledge of love, 
In casket of rich loveliness, 
From One above! 
I. Williams. 
