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THE BOUQUET. 109 

SNOWDROP. 
GALANTHUS NIVALIS. 
Consolation. 
TuHE rose is for the nightingale, 
The heather for the lark; 
But the holly greets the red-breast, 
*Mid winter drear and dark ; 
And the snowdrop, wakened by his song, 
Peeps tremblingly forth, 
From her bed of cold, still slumber, 
To gaze upon the earth. "TWAMLEY. 
Tuoucu cold fate has lowered, 
And darkened my day ; 
Though sorrow has showered 
Her tears o’er my way ; 
One blossom has flowered, 
In Love’s sunny ray. 
Let Fate then bereave me, 
Let other friends fiee, 
If my snowdrop she leave me, 
Pure, smiling, and free, 
No more can she grieve me — 
My hope is in thee. Mrs. OsGoop. 


