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poems.
I watched with rapture, listened long,
And fondly wished thee to prolong
         Thy liquid notes;
Thy requiem o'er, thou winged thy flight,
And vanished in the gathering night,
         Where ether floats.

Oh, wilt thou come again, sweet bird,
And let thy mellowed voice be heard
         At twilight dim,
Upon that humble grassy mound,
Tuning thy silver notes to sound
         Thy evening hymn?




THE SLIGHTED GIFT.
I had a little fresh blown Rose,
One bud beside it grew,
The pale Syringa with it twined,
A sweetened fragrance threw.

A sprig of myrtle I had culled
To grace the small boquet,
Then gently tied a ribbon round,
As I pursued my way.