A WELCOME.
UT a white rose on her table,Wet with the summer's rain,
A single rose in crystal vase,
To welcome her again.
Then pluck a spray of heliotrope,
And lay that at her door,
That she may crush it with her tread.
Its sweet scent evermore.
And lay that at her door,
That she may crush it with her tread.
Its sweet scent evermore.
The heliotrope her flower is,
So pluck another spray,
And let that o'er her pillow waft
Breath of this summer's day.
So pluck another spray,
And let that o'er her pillow waft
Breath of this summer's day.
Each flower then will speak to her
Of love,—and she will hear;
'Tis better than this human voice,
She is too weak to bear.
Of love,—and she will hear;
'Tis better than this human voice,
She is too weak to bear.
October, 1858.
