The Philopoena: or, Friendship's offering ; a gift for all seasons . THE LILY. From the German of KrummacherBY HENRY M. PAKSOXS. M/LLViNA with her father wentTo view the flowerets of the spring, And oer a garden lily bent, Beneath a rose-bush blossoming. That plant its calix opend thereOf whiteness, hke a ray of light. That Hngers in the summer flashes in the moonlit night. The blushes of a rose full blown, Which hung above the tender flower, Upon its silver leaves were thrown,Both mingling fragrance in that hour. O what a union here we prove, The fair and graceful maiden cried ; Union
The Philopoena: or, Friendship's offering ; a gift for all seasons . THE LILY. From the German of KrummacherBY HENRY M. PAKSOXS. M/LLViNA with her father wentTo view the flowerets of the spring, And oer a garden lily bent, Beneath a rose-bush blossoming. That plant its calix opend thereOf whiteness, hke a ray of light. That Hngers in the summer flashes in the moonlit night. The blushes of a rose full blown, Which hung above the tender flower, Upon its silver leaves were thrown,Both mingling fragrance in that hour. O what a union here we prove, The fair and graceful maiden cried ; Union of innocence and love,The parent playfully replied. lOG As Oskar, entering, caught the eye That gave to him its sweetest smile,While blushes of deep crimson dye Stole oer Malvinas cheeks the while-Just hke the splendor of the rose Reflected from the lilys cup;The brilliant tints the former throws, The latter fondly catches up— Have flowers a language that is wedAlike to those in field and grovelThe father asked, and Oskar said, They have, for innocence and ]01 THE RESCUE Deep was the wo of the fathers heart; No song from his hearth arose ;And the tear from his flashing eye did start, As he thought of his child, and the savage foesWho had torn her away with a ruthless hand,—A prize to the chief of their untamed band. With a vow of revenge, he sprang to his steed— A courser as fleet as the wind—All obstacles scorning, through forest and mead, He sought the wild savage to quick tutored ear, and his keen searching eye,Read her path on each leaf—on each breeze heardher sigh. Through the gloom of the night, by the climb to the starry watch-fire tells where the captive weeps, Nor dreams of the succor nigh.—But hist! she is free ! with a noiseless bound,She has gained the loved arms, and the lost isfound! 9* li=-— 102 But speed thee ! oh, speed thee! the foe s on thowing,And fiercely he follows the chase,Willie his echoing whoop
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