






114 THE BOUQUET. 


SWEETBRIER or EGLANTINE. 
Rosa SUAVEOLENS. 
Poetry: 
Tux air is full of poetry, —the air 
Is living with its spifit; and the waves 
Dance to the music of its melodies, 
And sparkle in its brightness. PERCIVAL. 
¢ Wrrd fairer tints IT can adorn 
The living landscape, fairer than the morn. 
The summer clouds in shapes romantic rolled, 
And those that edge the fading west, like gold; 
The lake that sleeps in sunlight, yet impressed 
With shapes more sweet than real on its breast; 
Mid baiiling stones, beneath a partial ray, 
The small brook huddling its uneven way ; 
The bluey fading hills, the silvery sea, 
And every scene of summer, speaks of me: 
But most I wake the sweetest wishes warm, 
Where the fond gaze is turned on woman’s 
breathing form.’ 




