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THANKS FOR A BOQUET.
to s. r.
Thanks for thy gift, my gentle friend,
Thy lovely gift of blushing flowers;
Methinks a voice amid them, tells
Of smiling skies, and sunny hours;
Thy treasured offering's sweet perfume,
Bears me in fancy far away
To gardens redolent of bloom,
And all the charms of summer day:
The zephyr breaths to fan my brow,
That come but with my fancy now.
