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THE CYPRESS WREATH. 
SIR W. SCOTT. 
OQ LADY, twine no wreath for me, 
Or twine it of the cypress-tree ! 
Too lively glow the lilies light, 
The varnished holly’s all too bright, 
The May-flower and the eglantine 
May shade a brow less sad than mine ; 
But, lady, weave no wreath for me, 
Or weave it of the cypress-tree. 
Let dimpled Mirth his temples twine 
With tendrils of the laughing vine; 
The manly oak, the pensive yew, 
To patriot and to sage be due; 
The myrtle bough bids lovers live, 
But that Matilda will not give; 
Then, lady, twine no wreath for me, 
Or twine it of the cypress-tree. 
Let merry England proudly rear 
Her blended roses, bought so dear ; 
Let Albin bind he? bonnet blue 
With heath and harebell dipped with dew ; 
On favored Erin’s crest be seen 
The flower she loves of emerald green— 
But, lady, twine no wreath for me, 
Or twine it of the cypress-tree. 
Strike-the wild harp, while maids prepare 
The ivy meet-for minstrel’s hair ; 
And while his crown of laurel leaves 
With bloody hand the victor weaves, 


