
My 
man's 




THE BOUQUET. 
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TULIP — RED. 
TULIPA GESNERIANA. 
A declaration of iove. 
‘Tutte — whose leaves, with their ruby glow, 
Hide the heart that lies burning and black below. 
Tau. her I love her —love her for those eyes, 
Now soft with feeling, radiant now with mirth, 
Which, like a lake teflecting autumn skies, 
Reveal two heavens here to us on earth— 
The one in which their soulful beauty lies, 
And that wherein such soulfulness has birth; 
Go to my lady ere the season flies, 
And the rude winter comes thy bloom to blast ; 
Go, and with all of eloquence thou hast, 
The burning story of my love discover ; 
And if the theme should fail, alas! to move her, 
Tell her, when youth’s gay summer flowers are 
past, 
My undying love will blossom to the last! 
C. F. Horrman. 

