
12 POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
I’ve oft thought that Heaven 
To none smiles had given, 
Like those of fair Jeannie, the flower of the west. 
The earth has its pleasures, 
And rich golden treasures 
Lie hid in the caves of its dark rocky breast 3 
But far brighter gems dwell 
In each rich laden cell 
Of the mind of sweet Jeannie, the flower of the west. 
May despair’s chilling storm 
Ne’er assail her fair form ; 
May her heart by pale anguish ne’er be opprest ; 
May fair angels bless her, 
Watch o’er and caress her, 
And shield from cold winds the flower of the west. 
Though the sweet bonnie blossom 
Should ne’er grace my bosom, 
Or pour forth its perfume on this wounded breast, 
Yet still will I cherish, 
And never let perish, 
My heart’s love for Jeannie, the flower of the west. 
