. Twilight dreams: being poems and pictures of life and nature . JVIy ^Maf{qaf(et! ^Y Margaret, uoukl lliat I could beThe breeze which softly kisses thee;Or else those sunlieaiiis, warm and bright,Which crown thy head with golden light. The breeze, she answered, dies sunbeams fade with close of day. Then if I were those flouers fairWhich thou, dear girl, art carrying there,To wear perchance upon thy breast—Oh. happy flowers, so loved, so blest ! The flowers fair must fade, said she ; Then I shall cast them off froin me ! Well, let me then thy true love be,Winning thine every thought f

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. Twilight dreams: being poems and pictures of life and nature . JVIy ^Maf{qaf(et! ^Y Margaret, uoukl lliat I could beThe breeze which softly kisses thee;Or else those sunlieaiiis, warm and bright,Which crown thy head with golden light. The breeze, she answered, dies sunbeams fade with close of day. Then if I were those flouers fairWhich thou, dear girl, art carrying there,To wear perchance upon thy breast—Oh. happy flowers, so loved, so blest ! The flowers fair must fade, said she ; Then I shall cast them off froin me ! Well, let me then thy true love be,Winning thine every thought for me ;111 envy not the breeze or flower,Nor een the sunshines golden dower. Ah, love I cannot cast away,But hold for ever, night and day! 7 Mary D. Brine. LETTER.

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