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THE BOUQUET. 

Think that Fear must have followed and loosened 
the string, 
And just guess all that Love would have said. 
Mrs. Oscoon. 
JACOBS LADDER. 
SIMLAX PEDUNCULARIS. 
Come down to me. 
Loox! how the stars like jewels glisten, 
Maiden, more pure than gem or star? 
Lean from thy lattice, my love, and listen, 
While Iawake my wild guitar, 
See, I have flung a fair flower to thee! 
May not its name my fond hope tell? 
O, for thy lover let it woo thee! 
And ask thy blush what it means, ‘ ma belle /? 
Last night, the patriarch’s dream was mine — 
An angel came from heaven to me; 
Its smiles, its tresses, were so like thine, 
I think it could have been none but thee! 
Then realize, love, that radiant dream! 
Fly from thy tyrant’s savage pride! 
Descend, O seraph! by night’s dim beam, 
And mor shall hail, with a smile, my bride! 
Mrs. Oscoop 


