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Pea. 

Flower of a garden esculent. Various hues. 



AN APPOINTED MEETING. 






Meet me to-night in the path which lies 
By the side of the woodland hollow ; 
The moon will have oped her silver eyes, 
And tell thee which path to follow. 







Then tripping along to thy footstep’s sound, 
Thy lip to thy heart will be humming ; 
If thy glance for a moment turn around, | 
*] will assure thee, love, I ’m coming. | 
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Oh! do not fear, not a tone will break, 
On earth or in air, that can chide thee: 
If a lovely rose perchance to awake, 
°T' will d.oop its bloom beside thee, 






Come meet me at the evening’s hour 
When summer winds are still, 
Within the memory-haunted bower, 
Beside the gushing rill. 









































