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THE BOUQUET. 

IT cannot look upon a star, 
Or cloud, that seems a seraph’s car, 
Or any form of purity, 
Unmingled with a dream of thee. 
P. BENJAMIN. 
DANDELION, 
LEONTODON TARAXACUM. 
Coquetry. 
O, THERE are some 
Can trifle, in cold vanity, with all 
The warm soul’s precious throbs; to whom it is 
A triumph, that a fond, devoted heart 
Is breaking for them; who can bear to call 
Young flowers into beauty, and then crush them! 
L. BE. Lanpon. 

I xnow I share thy smiles with many, 
Yet still thy smiles are dear to me; 
I know that J, far less than any, 
Call out thy spirit’s witchery ; 
But yet I cannot help, when nigh thee, 
To seize upon each glance and tone; 
To hoard them in my heart when by thee, 
And count them o’er whene’er alone. 


