Poems.
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Wearied with the anxious chase,
We reluctantly give o'er;
Finding the enticing form,
Gay deception's mantle wore.
We reluctantly give o'er;
Finding the enticing form,
Gay deception's mantle wore.
TO A LADY, WITH A BOUQUET.
To you these little flowers I send,
As they your favorites are;
Accept them from your humble friend,
They her best wishes bear.
As they your favorites are;
Accept them from your humble friend,
They her best wishes bear.
I culled them ere the morning Sun
Had kissed the dew away;
But fear before the day is done,
Their beauty will decay.
Had kissed the dew away;
But fear before the day is done,
Their beauty will decay.
Though frail their birth, do not refuse
The offering which I bring,
Or the efforts of my erring muse,
On fancy's airy wing.
The offering which I bring,
Or the efforts of my erring muse,
On fancy's airy wing.
And if sometimes a thought of me
Should o'er thy senses steal,
Oh may these flowers be to thee
Fond memory's brightest seal.
Should o'er thy senses steal,
Oh may these flowers be to thee
Fond memory's brightest seal.
