


THE BOUQUET. 
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DREAMS, 
Made up of star-crowned hopes and truest loves, 
And Joy’s own purple prospects. 
W. G. Simms. 
Aas! that dreams are only dreams ; 
That fancy cannot give 
A lasting beauty to those forms, 
Which scarce a moment live. 
Alas! that youth’s fond hopes should fade, 
And love be but a name, 
While its rainbows, followed e’er so fast, 
Are distant still the same. DAWES. 
AURICULA — SCARLET. 
PRIMULA AURICULA. 
Wealth is not Happiness. 
I HAVE tasted each varied pleasure, 
And drank of the cup of delight; 
I have danced to the gayest measure, 
In the halls of dazzling light. 
IT have dwelt in a blaze of splendor, 
And stood in the court of kings ; 
I have snatched at each toy, that could render 
More rapid the flight of Time’s wings. 

