

THE BOUQUET. 

| GERANIUM — SILVER-LEAVED. 
P. ARGENTIFOLIUM. 
Recall. 
Comz home! there is a sorrowing breath 
In music, since you went; 
And the early flower-scents wander by; 
With mournful memories blent. 
O, ye beleved, come home! the hour 
Of many a greeting tone, 
The time of hearth-light and of song, 
Returns — and ye are gone! 
Come with the leaves and winds of spring, 
And swift birds o’er the main! 
Our love is grown too sorrowful, 
Bring us its youth again! 
HEMANS. 
Burien be all that has been done, 
Or say that nought is done amiss ; 

For who the dangerous path can shun, 
In such bewildering world as this? 
But love can every fault forgive, 
Or with a tender look reprove ; 
And now let nought in memory live, 
But that we meet, and that we love. 
G. CRraBBE. 






















