
THE BOUQUET. 
STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 
ORNITHOGALUM UMBELLATUM. 
The light of our path, 
Licut of those whose dreamy dwelling 
Borders ou the shade of death, 
Come, and by thy love’s revealing, 
Dissipate the clouds beneath! 
Sacred Melodies. 
Come, while sweet thoughts, like summer-buds, 
unfolding, 
Weaken rich feelings in the careless breast — 
While yet thy hand th’ ephemeral wreath is hold- 
ing — 
Come, and secure interminable rest! 
Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing, 
Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die — 
Ere the gay spell, which earth is round thee 
throwing, 
Fades, like the crimson from a sunset sky. 
Life is but a shadow — save a promise given, 
Which lights up sorrow with a fadeless ray ; 
I touch the sceptre !— with a hope in heaven, 
Come, turn thy spirit from the world away. 
Columbian Star. 











