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FIELD LEAVES. nat 
BY ELIZABETH OAK SMITH. 
Tne tender violets bent in smiles nn 
To the elves that sported nigh, 
Tossing the drops of fragrant dew 
mt To scent the evening sky. Ih} 
They kiss’d the rose in love and mirth, 
| And its petals fairer grew ; 
A snower of pearly dust they brought 
And over the lily threw. hia 
I saw one dainty creature crown i 
The tulip’s painted cup, li 
And bless with one soft kiss the urn. 
Then fold its petals up. 
A finger rock’d the young pird’s nest, 
As high on a branch i hung, 
While the gleaming night dew rattled down 
Vihere the old dry leaf was flung. 
