

THE BOUQUET. 

As music on the sea — 
As sunshine on the river — 
So hath it always been to me; 
So shall it be forever. 
Buiackwoop’s Mac. 
THINK not, beloved, time can break 
The spell around us cast ; 
Or absence from my bosom take 
The memory of the past; 
My love is not that silvery naist, 
From summer blooms by sunbeams kissed, 
Too fugitive to last. 
A fadeless flower, it still retains 
The brighmess of its earlier stains. 
ANONYMOUS. 
FENNEL, 
ANETHUM. 
Strength. 
ABove the lowly plants it towers, 
The fennel, with its yellow flowers ; 
And, i an earlier age than ours, 
Was gifted with the wondrous powers, 
Lost vision to restore. 

























