WITH A GOLD AND PBARL SHELL CRAYON

Oh ! that this gift, dear maiden mine^ Could trace upon thy heart

The magie of the love divine Whieh passion would impart !

A meetness in thy soûl t'will find.

So bright and free from guile, Its pearl, an image of thy mind,

Its gold, thy sunny smile.

And in thy fairy fingers light, Oh ! let its tracings rare

Be but o^er pages vîrgin whîte As thy Bweet soûl îs fair !