LINES TO MISS M. H., JUNE, 1861.
MOSS roses to-day and white lilies too,
Violets which bloom in the woodlands so free;
The rarest exotics all fragrant with dew,
Which blush in the garden, on lawn, or on tree;
Exquisite buds from the orange in flower;
Search for the gems in Flora's rich bower,
And bring the choice plunder to me.
Violets which bloom in the woodlands so free;
The rarest exotics all fragrant with dew,
Which blush in the garden, on lawn, or on tree;
Exquisite buds from the orange in flower;
Search for the gems in Flora's rich bower,
And bring the choice plunder to me.
A garland I weave, for whom, didst thou say?
A bride—but her name to breathe I don't dare;
No; wait in the church by the altar to-day,
Her pastor the rite, the sweet name will declare;
The organ will peal, the prayer will be said,
Blessings invoked on her beautiful head,
When she shall be given away;—
A bride—but her name to breathe I don't dare;
No; wait in the church by the altar to-day,
Her pastor the rite, the sweet name will declare;
The organ will peal, the prayer will be said,
Blessings invoked on her beautiful head,
When she shall be given away;—
Away from her home, the luxuriant nest,
So lovingly reared amid views ever grand,
Where parents have fondled, and friends have carest,
By culture, by care, by joy, ever fanned;
Away from those streams, the purest that flow,
From founts of affection, to mortals below;
For pledged is her heart and her hand.
So lovingly reared amid views ever grand,
Where parents have fondled, and friends have carest,
By culture, by care, by joy, ever fanned;
Away from those streams, the purest that flow,
From founts of affection, to mortals below;
For pledged is her heart and her hand.
A minstrel of love has touched and has stirred
The chords of her heart; rapt echoes will thrill
And charm as the gush from the mountain bird;
In raptures 'twill flow and never be still.
So happy united, a song I would sing,
That Heaven may guard with a sheltering wing,
Each cherished desire fulfill.
The chords of her heart; rapt echoes will thrill
And charm as the gush from the mountain bird;
In raptures 'twill flow and never be still.
So happy united, a song I would sing,
That Heaven may guard with a sheltering wing,
Each cherished desire fulfill.
Now bring me the myrtle and jessamine white,
Search Eden beloved, for asphodels fair,
The young bride to crown, the star, the delight,
With crown fit only for houries to wear;
And June, smiling June, her treasures shall bring
To adorn with the robes, the veil, and the ring;
O hasten, for I would prepare.
Search Eden beloved, for asphodels fair,
The young bride to crown, the star, the delight,
With crown fit only for houries to wear;
And June, smiling June, her treasures shall bring
To adorn with the robes, the veil, and the ring;
O hasten, for I would prepare.