WITH A GOLD A.\D PEARL SHELL CRAYON

Oh ! tbat this gift, dear maiden mine, Could trace upou tby beart

The magie of tbe love divine Wbicb passion would impart !

A meetuess in tby soûl fwill find,, So brigbt and froe from guile.

Its pearl, an image of tby mind.

Its gold, tby sunny sniile.

And in thy fairy finj^ers ligbt, Oh ! let its tracini!,s rare

Be but o'er pages virgin white As thy sweet soûl is fair !