HE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 171 
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TO THE JESSAMINE. | 
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BY MiSS JANE TAYLOR. 

Breathe fragrance and solace for me: 
And long thy green sprigs overshadow the bower 
| Devoted to friendship and thee. 
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EET jessamine, long may thy elegant flower | 
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The eye that was dazzled where lilies and roses | 
| Their brilliant assemblage display’d, Hl 
Vith grateful ae on thy verdure reposes, 
| A tranquil and delicate shade. 
But ah! what dejection that foliage expresses, 
|| Which pensively droops on her breast! 
The dew of the evening has laden her tresses, 
And stands like a tear on her crest. 
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I’ll watch by thy side through the gloom of the 1 
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| Impatient till morning appears: i 
No charm can awaken this heart to delight, | 
My jessamine, while thou art in tears. 
But soon will the shadows of night. be withdrawn, 
Which ever in mercy are given; 
And thou shalt be cheer’d by the light of the morn, 
Awd fann’d by the breezes of heaven. 

