




TO A FLOWER. 
On eve’s pale brow one star burned bright, 
Like heavenward hope, whose soothing beam, 
Is veiled from pleasure’s dazzled sight, 
To shine on sorrow’s diadem. 
Bright as the tears thy beauty wept, 
The dew-drops on thy petals lay, 
Till evening’s silver winds had swept 
Thy cheek, and kissed them all away. 
To a Flower, 
FOUND IN A CHEST OF TEA. 
H. W. Parker. 
\ FADED blue-bell in a chest of tea, 
Bf 
A messenger from distant regions sent— 
A voyager across the mighty sea— 
A link ’twixt continent and continent! 
Though but a waif—a trifle—thou to me 
Of many scenes and thoughts art eloquent ; 
Of scenes fantastic, beautiful and strange, 
As lie within the world’s unbounded range. 
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