


THE BOUQUET. 



WATER LILY. 
NymMPHz. 



Eloquence. 








Ir welleth up from brimming founts 
Deep hidden in the soul— 
And with a strong, resistless power 
Its chainless waters roll! 
It gushes out in words of fire — 
It scorches with its breath — 
Aud, as the heart is pure or dark, 
Its words are life or death! 
In Justice’ great and outraged name, 
That giant voice doth crave 
Redress for earth’s down-trodden ones, 
And freedom for the slave! 
And it has softer, gentler tones, 
To soothe the broken heart — 
To bind its tender, bleeding wounds, 
And hope and peace impart 
Miss C. A. FILLEBROWN. 



















