






64 THE BOUQUET. 
LABURNUM. 
CYTISUS LABURNUM. 
Pensive Beauty. 
Hers are not brightly-flashing eyes, but seem a 
quiet well, 
Where holy Truth, and Grace serene, those lov- 
ing sisters, dwell ; 
And, from their depths, a constant light, a gentle 
radiance gleams — 
In her pure spirit may be found the fountain of its 
beams. 
{ worth, 
And O, within this casket fair, there is a pearl of 
Like the dewdrop in the hily-bell, as free from 
taint of earth ; 
There is a soul, whose rays shine through, and 
gild her features fair, 
With a portion of that blesséd light celestial be- 
ings wear. 
[cately wrought, 
A mind she hath of wondrous mould, most deli- 
Whose strings were never swept by aught but 
high and holy thought ; 
A mind, whose pleasant fancies pass like ‘ shad- 
ows over streams,’ 
A soul, forever tenanted by rainbow-colored 
dreams. A. K. Ciark. 

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