POEMS.
SWEET PEAS.
ROSE of the sunset sky,
Caught from its glowing;
Pink that the fair sea-shell's
Edges are showing;
Caught from its glowing;
Pink that the fair sea-shell's
Edges are showing;
Blue of the summer sky,
Where clouds are lying;
Purple of spreading seas,
Where ships are flying;
Where clouds are lying;
Purple of spreading seas,
Where ships are flying;
Red of the robin's breast,
When spring is calling;
White of the crystal snow
In winter falling;
When spring is calling;
White of the crystal snow
In winter falling;
All these and more are yours,
Beautiful flowers,
Tints of the rainbow gay,
Stolen from showers.
Beautiful flowers,
Tints of the rainbow gay,
Stolen from showers.
Sweets of a hundred blooms,
Gay bees have wrought you;
Perfume of southern lands,
Breezes have brought you.
Gay bees have wrought you;
Perfume of southern lands,
Breezes have brought you.
Shaped like a butterfly,
Light as a fairy,
Poised on a slender stem,
Graceful and airy;
Light as a fairy,
Poised on a slender stem,
Graceful and airy;
Ah! you have made your own,
All that is rarest,
And of all flowers that bloom,
Yours are the fairest.
All that is rarest,
And of all flowers that bloom,
Yours are the fairest.